Jaws of Death

Like toads they sit
Their lives fickle
Of no significance
On the train
They enjoy d scenery
At the kind of death
Dat befalls them

Like frogs
They pull their weary engines
Through the mire
Eager to get through
To their promised land
Exhaust; clouding the water
No greater calling
Do they have!

Like chips on d board
They stumble
Igniting my chess board
The knight
Stumbles against the king
To rescue my skinny neck
From the carburetor of a trailer!


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