Ear to the Ground By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
a true story...
"The engine never made a sound!"
his train of thought as he looked round.
That crossing place he knew so well
resounded to hisfinal knell.
On the scene there was no sign;
with dread we wandered down the line.
Speck by fleck the bits were bigger,
strips of fat; a shoe, a finger.
Upon the sleeper then we came;
shattered body, scattered brain.
He'd met his final terminus
and under ferrous wheels was lost.
As down the track I did contend;
what words to give his statued friend,
the copper's boot, with horror droll,
had stuck a pinna to its sole.
Though for him it was no joke
that Death had spread his crimson cloak,
"It's too late now.." I did expound,
"..to put your ear to the ground."
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