An Ending

the hollow wombs of the train’s box cars beat a slow consistent bass timpani reverb
across the suburb dark
that night i found out
as i laid in the warm fall mesh screen window
aware truth was to be the dream blocker that night
that night i learned about the leaving of the locomotive pull
of empty box cars leaving the suburb town
leaving me to what I thought it was
the slow clink clank of industrial wallop
waves of the train on tracks was ominous
but pure
consistent
grander than my knowledge and understanding
magic was the cadence and the ability to fall into my bed as I lay there alone
reverted to the lost boy who just
found out about the perversions of men