When You See The Train Coming
A poem about revolution
Published in The Windward Review, Vol. 22: Revolution (2024)
heed the sound the horn of the midnight ride
and stand in the way of what’s coming towards you
when you see the train coming, don’t move.
allow the blaring sound to hinder your pride
and let it travel through you to unstick the glue
you must heed the order of the midnight ride
but what of those before you who have cried
trying to stop the train from coming through—
when they saw the train coming, did they move?
questions of the truth make you realize they lied
you, too, are one of many in a queue
you have been deceived by those of the midnight ride
standing still on the tracks, not even tied
you’re facing something you were told was right to pursue
when you see the train coming, you wish to move
what do you do in the angry face of a revolution?
the question has no single answer, but one may say
if you hear the dreadful drone of the midnight ride
and when you see the train coming…
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please move.