Skytrain
Story by charles_they on SoFurry
A narrative poem examining the discourse that surrounds death and dying.
Skytrain
A medical
Emergency
Political
Insurgency
The station's closed
The train is stopped
Question unposed
The mess unmopped
"Hey what's that mom
Why'd he go splat"
She kept her calm
And that was that
Explanation
Not unneeded
Exhortation
So unheeded
Please stay behind
The yellow line
Please do be kind
And say you're fine
Your politic
Of alibi
Makes me skeptic
That people die
It goes unheard
As suicide
A dirty word
With shame implied
A pale white sheet
Blocks it from sight
And with tone sharp
Say it's alright
He's innocent
He's just a kid
His childhood spent
From death you hid
You hid his feel
You hid his eyes
From what was real
Your helpful lies
Spot's on the farm
He went away
Have no alarm
You'll see one day
"A better place"
You said with glee
"A soft embrace
But not for me"
One busy night
He's feeling blue
No will to fight
And what to do
He's feeling down
It's been three years
Shut down the town
There'll be no tears
No seeping scar
No always numb
No future far
When Spot will come
No need to weep
No sourceless pain
Just one short leap
And delayed train.
-Charles Michael Averin