I walked and saw death today.
It shuttled along steel rails,
a massive solid thing
of moving plates,
connected by chains.
It reminded me of a spine,
so delicate yet vital.
I stood nearby and was impressed,
for perhaps I had been long acquainted
with the children's version of death,
the one that we could tame,
and forgotten
how awfully strong and wilful
the real event was.
Wind rushed into my face and
sound whistled, boomed
in my ears.
I saw death today,
death for a drunk college girl
in the headlights of a train.
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