Last Monday two people were struck and killed by a train here in town as they walked down the tracks. According to surveillance video, neither attempted to move out of the way despite the train’s repeated warning signals.
Those two have been on my mind all week, so I decided to write about them. This is what I came up with.
Grieving Locomotives rush by. I wonder why your lives ended that day. Was there something someone could say? Was it better this way? It’s not like you were our brightest or best. You’d racked up arrests. You put folks out and they were sick of you, without a doubt. Still, once upon a time, onesies filled a clothes line. And surely someone held you dear. So how’d we end up here, you two on a railroad track, dead, but living on in my head because I can’t shake free the thought that could have been me? Most folks in town go ahead on, unaffected, but I sit alone and grieve for you as the trains moan.