- Vol. 09
- Chapter 10
Image by John Crozier
The End of the Line
I put my father on the train.
He always liked trains, he felt safe there
closeted in a carriage with arms to support him
while the carpet pile stroked old bones.
The song of the sliding doors enveloped him
and the muffle of remembered voices whispered
a wraith's lullaby as he slid slowly into the
Today I put them on the train.
The treasured remnants of my father's shed.
I know they will find him.