[New-Poetry] All aboard!

[Anny Ballardini]

a night at a southern station

 

 

I don't know the people

at times not even their language

thick and tight in ancient guttural almost Arabic sounds

 

I know their eyes

and I can see a kid disappearing pushed by a man

somewhere down the old tracks 

where dead rusted trains are forgotten

hordes of dogs swarm around

skin pulled on their bones _eyes again

 

a couple of young Americans

high on crack drink and move and laugh

beggars looking for a private protected spot

not a policeman 

a guard

someone to orchestrate this circus of mad

 

my thought is with the kid

it will be with him all night

when dawn breaks 

the man comes out 

I cannot see him

 

the coffee bar opens

the ticket counter

a loudspeaker announces one train

I will soon leave this hell


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