She made love to a train
Then it moved on to another station
Carrying mail and the sordid histories of its passengers
She enquired of the stationmaster
Only to be given a list of departure times
But not the actual whereabouts of the train
She made love to a train
And then her car was decoupled from the engine
And left on the tracks in the middle of nowhere
She spiraled erratically at higher and higher speeds
Someone's tampered with the brakes
The junction has been warned of her approach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love-train, we are goping on it..