Goodnight, Train Station Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Servant of the night,
Mockingbird singing in moonlight,
Lingering heavy; wings of a shadow.

Cold-pressed beams sitting
To the sides of the broken stairs,
I too have walked down,
These steep steps of death.

Twisting darkness into light,
Through the bricks red, brown, and dull yellow.

The acidic moonlight mellow.

All ignorant passengers,
Of that invalid vivid life,
All wandering too cuffed,
To be bold and
to survive.