Railway Tunnel

Like the bangs on bonfire night
the train across the bridge it thundered,
casting asunder flakes and peace.

There beneath,
inside the hollow tunnel tomb,
crackles feed the echoes boom.
Even the weeds cower under,
peering from the cracks
like tiny children frightened at the storm.

Crumbs of dust like rain upon the leaves
but now the train is passed.
A moment lost in time
left only in this line.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.