Thump

A walk alone--
Life's hacked terrain;
A song's drooling tone,
Same beat, same refrain.
Thump!
Thump!

My unfocused stare--
Barren lands, its futile thrive;
My withered hands on torso bare,
I feel the beat, I am alive.
Thump!
Thump!

Splayed out on its hacked terrain--
Skulls of battered, bones of bruised;
That's the trainman, where's the train?
I love his coat, his hat, his muse.
Thump!
Thump!

I feel the beat, it thumps inside--
But for the heat, I'm still alive.
Thump!


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