10/25/2010

Banshee Train

A banshee train
just howled its way west through town;
as if incited by murder;
the bad death of a lover.

Blats and blares and wrath spat
soaked up by the already heavy air;
shrieking in voices, all dominant, dissonant, yet unison;
of power, of pain, of rage, of despair

It gave me a thrill and a fright, my children;
and somewhere it's howling, I hear it
still, carried back in fits and gasps
on the leaf-blow'n Halloween wind.

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