In Adelaide at Greenfields trains pass at 100ks so very fast
One morning a passenger decided his train would be his last
This time there were no rules for a closed door metro train
And so on hot days the open doors would always remain
He waited ‘til there was a fast train going the other way
Timing it just right he jumped from the opened door astray
The work was done as bouncing between them took his life away
For all concerned this incident did not make the brightest day
We photographed and cleaned it up it wasn’t a pretty sight
Back to type the Coroner’s Report we had to get it all right
Then we received a complaint call from a passenger on the train
At an open door a severed arm broke his nose was his refrain!
© Paul Warren Poetry
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