One Way Track?
Walking between the rails
of a rocky railroad track,
ignoring all the wails
of the trains at my back.
At the other end
is only a skeleton and scythe,
but I head for the next bend.
Is nothing off the track worth being alive?
But to each side lies
a horrid marsh, me to swallow
should I believe its disguise,
and its path follow.
The screaming whistle of the last
train to run me down
seems but a thing of the past
as I pick myself from the ground.
The track splits and to the right,
far off, is the scythe-armed skeleton,
to the left, a queen of light,
or is it a short-cut to the former one?
I stop and wonder which way
is the safer of the two:
continue on toward the ending day
or turn to befriend you?
February 4, 1985
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