Standing There

by

Helen Paquin

He watched for the train
Stood there on the tracks
He must have seen it
He must have heard it
Yet, he stood there waiting-
The train trampled him
Ground him into dust

Now world...
Look upon his dust
Do you realize
You pushed him too far?
That he was so desperate
He became blind to
The rushing tons of steel
Deaf, to its forlorn whistle

Dust does not feel
The raw poundings of life
The lost hopes-
Where there is no end
To brutality and hate
Till one goes blind and
deaf, to a rushing train

Yes, world...
Notch your gun
You got his dust

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by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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