The Strange Case At The Rail Yard Poem by Paul Warren

The night shift drags on
As I sit at the monitors
Security work is like that
Some nights once the cleaners leave

There is nothing to do
Except wait for the end of the shift
The monitors show the perimeter fences

They were installed
To monitor people
Who jump the fences
To graffiti the stabled trains

Then the northern most security light activates
Then the next south turns
And so on to the main gate

The lights stay for a time
Then darkness resumes
As I gaze at the clock
It says three am

The strangest thing is
It happen for the next twonights
So tonight I am standing at the gate
As my watch alarm goes off

It is three am now
And the lights do the dance
Until the light goes on the gate
Then the darkness envelopes me

There was an investigation
As to why the guard disappeared
There was no sound
Just a moment later he wasn't around.

© Paul Warren Poetry