It's like sticking one's head
out the window of the southbound
night train.
A rushing thunder fills the ears --
almost deafening --
and that's before
the passing northbound train
shears past,
letting wail the whistle
in one long blow.
And (now) one is deaf,
but the cyclone eddies
shake one's flesh
&
rattle through one's bones
so hard that one can
whole body hear:
one's entire skeleton
vibrating like those tiny
inner ear bones.
It was dark before the
scintillant streams of strobing light
burned a void into one's picture place.
There's no smelling a thing
in that crossfire hurricane,
but one can taste big gulps
of train exhaust --
exhaust with a
cotton candy consistency
but foul tasting
to the last bite.
And then it is quiet
and dark
and peaceful,
and it's not clear whether
one is alive or dead,
and it's not clear whether
one cares whether
one is alive or dead.
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