His
wife, evicted, leaves by train
Imagine her, reclining
Falling to the movement of the train.
An evening start, closing her away.
Falling to the movement of the train.
An evening start, closing her away.
Watch her white shock
A pale eviction, a bloodless coup then
Hear clunk of metal, wheels moving, a knock
Pillows her head and away, unwife’d.
A pale eviction, a bloodless coup then
Hear clunk of metal, wheels moving, a knock
Pillows her head and away, unwife’d.
This was grown in her heart and
his.
A sudden detail; wax myrtle hands with
pale mainline veins
The others - they could be guests -
fill carriages.
They are in this congregation, unknown.
They are in this congregation, unknown.
And the guard, the thin blood of
the train, is moving through
Towards her, arriving back to front
To ask her where she’s going.
James Bullion
Towards her, arriving back to front
To ask her where she’s going.
James Bullion
