Dreaming Trains

Dream trains,
their whistles calling my bones,
the old mills slamming ore.
Four story doors clang open
as fresh slag pours blood to the sky.

Jimmy Dykes calling the balls and strikes,
my transistor neath my pillow
Yankees 7, Indians 2…
yet another loss for the tribe.
…as the skies light orange
as the trains rudely couple,
as the rolls of steel leave the yard.

Dream trains -
two long wails in the distance,
you can almost hear the cars
stretching their wheels.
Did suitcases quiver?
Did other’s hearts quicken like mine?

I dream of trains,
of Jews to the ovens,
their jewelry, their teeth,
removed to fuel the Reich.

I dream of trains,
Ghost Dancers of the Sioux.
Lost freights of spirit
raising tears of blood from the land,
to the waiting sky.

I dream the engines,
the harnesses of power,
the coal consumed,
thrumming my blood
as I awaken renewed.

The Indians lost to the Yankees
Herb Score had the recap.
The Lakota cried,
Red Cloud died,
the trains rolled on
and I dreamed…