Another Dark Poem

The Longest Train


I wander through the hurting noise.

Children laughing, people waving.

Grown adults still play with toys.

Rewards for your slaving.



To walk for so long.

This fog around my neck, a collar.

They tell me I’m strong.

When I’ve never felt smaller.



Gun to the skull goes bang.

With a Christmas tree below the ceilings.

Like Kurt once sang.

It’s okay to eat fish ‘cause they don’t have any feelings.