The Last Affair
Breathing in a car
on the narrow track
before an unexpected train
dulled by the warmth of wine
while winter has begun to flow
over a lonely crash plain
crushed metal in this crowded crime
watching dreams erode
under our northern star
along rails that conscience rode
photos in their cracking frames
clocks bridge memories with every chime
watching paper moments fold
burning with the mark of Cain
wreckage is the only sign
under ashes cold
KELVIN BUECKERT lives and writes in Manitoba, Canada. He has published a few books over the years. You can read about him at his website: http://kelvinbueckert.com
