There is an unkempt and rusty locomotive running wild
Through the wastelands of someplace up north.
And as it barrels down the tracks, shedding parts
Each car rumbles by, filled with strange cargo.
Iron clad desires mixed with blazing hot wishes
And the coal dust settles down around
The things that have never been.
The emptiness gives way to the
Chatter of un-oiled parts mumbling something about a mutiny.
Though ticket prices have plummeted
No one wants to pay.
…it screeches to a halt in old mining town called Deprivation, Alaska.
The scraggly leader of this
Yet to be determined but
Still quite ill fated expedition,
Snarls an “allaboard”.
In a deep whiskey burned bravado,
He slurs his reticent idiom into one word as tumbleweeds of paper,
Unclaimed information, blow by, to the sounds
Of wailing, and the “caw” of a lone crow.
The engineer glances at his busted watch
And is not surprised when
No one gets on.
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