Ode To Iron Road, As I Hang Poem by Sambanath Denis

As I hang, below me the river flows.
Its green hue shines, as I pick at the stone.
My heart feels the pang of love for you as
I think of how to place the dynamite.
I wonder, if our paths shall flow away
From this place called Canada? Apart.
The world is like the iron tracks that guide
The train. In this era of 1880, our
Love is not where the tracks are designed
To flow. In the carriage, we met between
The world that forbade's us, we kissed in the
Light of dreams that shone fervent promises.
Today I must carefully place myself
In what is real, for the tracks flow away.