
RAIL YARD
NURSERY RHYME
the train passed
an abandoned bus. it was red
and still smiling. if you listened
carefully, you could hear
children laughing, screaming.
it was a quiet sound;
a slow waltz snaking
through the red bus ribcage,
tiny hands tapping
on the perspex windows.
the eyes of the bus
were still staring at the train –
wide in horror, like suddenly
it realised what it had all come to;
an abandoned fun house
for abandoned people, but
there were no people there.
they couldn’t find it, ever.
the grass was too long.
the fences were too high.