End Of The Line

  Yesterday I walked the tracks
      that split my familiar view.
        Through the souls
        of my naked feet
    I feel the vibration roar.
      Trembling echoes in
        my hollow bones
  I know the train is coming.

  There is no fear
      All hope is gone
        My will is strangely quiet.

    Flesh grips the rails
      with calm resolve
  it's almost on me now
                          (hold fast!)
  Breath turns to clay,
    Then blessed release-
My thoughts are silent now.