Trains Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

The flash of urban
machine demonstrates
persistence.
Rubber slithering
on absorbing iron.
Interlocking harmonized echoes
scan in electromagnetic
trains.
Tracks dispersed across
the spectrum

of nothing.

Spaces.

That is this country.

We who've been in residence here
know the
detachment of our flag.

Walking shoes
of
walking men.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Sonar devices clamped like cancer
to their ears.
Listening to private noises
in the middle of a cluster.
We were thinking alike.
Hide in trains and
acclaim
the vacuum
of
performing.