The Silhouette Express Poem by Dónall Dempsey

See the Silhouette Express

run along beside
us the real thing

through copse & comb & cuttings

its shadow train
journeying

through the countryside
of childhood

past the Past
& into a place

where memory & longing
begin &

begin
again

throwing smoke
over its shoulder

as elegantly as a lady
wrapping herself in a stole

against the cold
as we watch

little man-made clouds
roll by

screaming with the whistle

“All abroad! ”
“All abroad! ”

“...for the Silhouette
Express! ”