The Scales Of Justice Poem by Smoky Hoss

A freight train
passes in the night
just out of reach
of a broken down picket fence
wrapped around an old faded house
with a large woman inside
standing motionless upon a scale
staring lifelessly at the
incredible number
that she won't believe
is her proper weight
while the cold moon beams
shine in through the open window
glimmering upon the hand-crocheted
curtains moving with the
incoming breeze that slowly
carries the lost sound of the
lonesome whistle groaning up
from the guts of the train
passing into the dark of night.
The locomotive's rumble
causes the fence to fall
with a crash so awful
it scares the large woman
who startled jumps
landing on the scale...
smashing it to bits; she smiles
as the train rolls along
out of sight
lost in the glow
of the distant, endless
mysterious moon light
never to be seen again...
only heard now and then
at a distance
like the rumor
that the woman
soon thereafter died
happy...
quite the opposite of
how she had always
lived.


- this poem is a sort of experiment, written as a stream of uninterrupted thought -