You never said it but you knew
we were wrecking like trains.
Flying along those tracks at
breakneck speeds. Too eager.
And for a little while at least
it looked like we were getting pretty close.
Little did we expect this rending of metal,
this tearing and splintering
of flesh and heart and hard white bone laid bare
like the most delicate tinderbox.
The fire was the slowest burning I’ve ever seen,
this train wreck of us.