***
A pawl of smoke
A funereal shroud
For those who once
Worked hard and proud
No more passengers
or freight to haul
Just the muted silence
Of the graveyard
***
A peaceful rest then
For a few more weeks
Before the cutters torch
With its burning finality
Then nothing
But the greying photographs
And my ageing memories
A past put to bed
***

Poem by Martin Addison, 14/01/2012.


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