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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.

 
 
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