The Vacant Occupy

The Vacant Occupy

There was never any design

That the line’s end be consigned

To a forgotten museum yard and ravaged.

The once bulwark engine’s roar savaged

To an endless silence from the days of yore

When the iron wheels and rails made for songs of lore

While handsome men and lovely ladies were preoccupied

By the sense of linear movement of the lives they occupied

Together with the hobos and economy class travelers

Off to another place - better suited for dreamers and revelers

And now, a stillness holds the vacant windows blank

Nevermore to engross starry eyes around the next bank

Or anticipate a panoramic scene - nor hold breath across the long iron bridge

That spanned time like a vanishing point moving towards a faraway ridge.   

Photo: BKKrysh