The train moans as it guides me

into the shallow end of my despondency

letting its disdain clink against the tracks

I nod in agreement as the industrial sights flood my vision with ferocity.

Water towers shy away embarrassed as I observe the rust,

clinging to their backs;

The elements are now an axe

Splinters sputter helplessly as it bites,

eager teeth gnawing on

blessed trees.

I absorb the image of a calf replenishing itself from a pond.

Water twirling a timid ripple as the babes’ nose stirs it

murky bubbles blistering to the surface

ready to rapture the virtue.

The train continues to wail as it cannot bring itself to look beyond

the glimpse of rural beauty sullied by decay.

What a sorry excuse for splendorous modernity,

an unbridled velocity.

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