25137 and 25127 Await Their Fate


A pawl of smoke

A funereal shroud

For those who once

Worked hard and proud

No more passengers

or freight to haul

Just the muted silence

Of the graveyard


A peaceful rest then

For a few more weeks

Before the cutters torch

With its burning finality

Then nothing

But the greying photographs

And my ageing memories

A past put to bed


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Poem by Martin Addison, 14/01/2012.