night train
the Lark requests that I
bark like a hound as it passes
but of course a train
never makes requests
a thing of steel without a
soul it roars through the night
leaving me to wonder where
it could take me
somewhere inside myself I
know everything about it
cold iron rails beneath
steel wheels forged in a foundry
it can’t know what I know,
can’t ask questions for itself
yet, the Lark requests
that I bark like a hound as it passes
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