Cattle Train

November 7, 2015
chris

I wrote this on one of my last trips up to Seattle, I had to go(very begrudgingly I must add)  2-3 days a week on Amtrak for 6 months to cover after we lost an employee (never could find him) but the trip in most cases was bloody terrible, almost always late from an hour up to 3-4 hours. You try sitting in a cramped seat for 6-8 hours see where your mind takes you.

Even though the views were stunning after the first month it all just melted together like the work of a street artist on acid…

Cattle Train

 

Those sweet sweet kisses caressing the moonlit night

 

Memories of pasts present future

 

Water laps at my heart, as tracks of iron bid thy passage north

 

Heavy heart does it go into the rising suns glare

 

As tree after tree, town after town shows me mankind is lost

 

We can no longer see the humanity for the people

 

Too many now

 

We scurry like ants beneath the feet of God headlong into oblivion

 

So soulless do we kill for no other reason than to see what it is like

 

Rusting tracks glide by, a hint of green on rotting sleepers

 

A hint of mother natures easy return

 

Her slight wink to those that know better

 

Mankind is but a whisper in time

 

A flea feasting on the blood of the universe

 

One day to be shaken off in final annoyance

 

by an entity we have sacrificed so many for, in the short millennia of our existence

 

To war century over century, fighting for nothing

 

Fighting for something

 

That never-ending desire to kill

 

To love

 

To fill the world with spawn to keep the blood line ticking along

 

In some false belief that we shall live forever if we do so

 

As Gods to our future generations, a rock to lean upon

 

Ten commandments to live by, to rule by

 

To kill by

 

The water laps silently through my window

 

I watch her gentle ebbs and flows, they seem stifled in the silent clackity clack of the trains constant motion

 

A mute child trying in vain to make the world understand her words

 

Hush now child, no more fussing

 

Lap against your shores,

 

Give us what we demand

 

Let us take without thought

 

Cut through the rolling fogs, and lonely hills covered in mist,

 

True beauty to behold, and the perfect route to the city

 

Selfishness and petty demands come from ignorant minds

 

I fear death, yet despise life

 

This pathetic version of what we call life at least

 

Fishermen stare blankly as my train flies by, no doubt laughing at all the cattle on their way to nowhere

 

How many in this cattle train look back at them with even a hint of envy?

 

How many even realize they were there?

 

We seem to gaze upon the world while never actually noticing its presence

 

Walking through life in a dream state of self destruction

 

We wait at a station on this pointless journey, and in silence a moth flies up to my window

 

As silent as the flowing waters, it sits upon the glass to show me the intricate marking upon its wings

 

Wings so fragile if I were to touch them they would cause her to fly no more

 

As always I am alone in this moment… the only one to notice

 

We trundle away towards the north, to continue my soul sucking journey

 

Lost now in the workings of my mind

 

Darkness creeps in, as the rising sun blinds my sight

 

I fear this coming night as I will once again go in search for my hotel ghosts

 

Towns pass by in a blur, each one swelling to the point of bursting

 

Nowhere is safe from mans never ending need to take over

 

To spread out

 

To conquer

 

Ignorance

 

Selfishness

 

Humanity

 

Virus