Going, Going, Surely Not Yet Gone
Going, Going, Surely Not Yet GoneJuly, 2012
The nightmare’s death train was covered in red canvas.The Seattle engineer allowed the railriders to remain hidden.We were all looking forward to home life in comfortable quarters.And when he raced beside us we cheeredUntil his motorcycle blew up and he was left unmarkedWrapped in death as beautiful as a four-year-old can be.I wept at the choice, so young, so loved, and true.I spread out my arms in grief then noticed Mother.Her hands were outstretched too and we touched fingertips,
Sharing the loss.
The nightmare’s death train was covered in red canvas.The Seattle engineer allowed the railriders to remain hidden.We were all looking forward to home life in comfortable quarters.And when he raced beside us we cheeredUntil his motorcycle blew up and he was left unmarkedWrapped in death as beautiful as a four-year-old can be.I wept at the choice, so young, so loved, and true.I spread out my arms in grief then noticed Mother.Her hands were outstretched too and we touched fingertips,
Sharing the loss.
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