dim light forages on dull rails… train slows to a pause...
head down… a fox slinks over empty tracks
the embers of his coat subdued
fades into bramble… charcoal garden suburbs
the fox drags its wounded belly…
a line I filch from sleeve notes… Paul Morley… I think
I quote him quoting someone else… R. S. Thomas?
train jolts like a memory… like January moving on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empty tracks - fox drags, good one