Bound for
Glory
this train of black boxcars
raining
this rain on the too thin roof
this black boxcar blue
this graffiti blue
this hue of spray-can
this spray-can’t
sign of times
this sign of signing
this singing this song
along
the rails this wailing
of a failing America
(or is this how it works?)
this boxcar with my name on it
this train of our names
this signing
this signature
this bounced check
this stacked deck
this black cloud thunder
under
this trestle as long as a life
this train
this ride
this other side
~
Ralph Murre
4 comments:
Ralph, I always love reading your poetry, especially when you use words the way you did in this poem, the rhythm, the rhyme. And how the title asks a question, really, compared to what the poem says. You are so clever! Nice one! Thanks for sharing it.
Your words are just precise enough and the visions just wide enough to take us somewhere we haven't imagined on the train, on this Decoration Day.
Ralph --
You've written a chant for the new normal AND the illustrations are demonically delightful!
Liked this, very much, Ralph - on any day.
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