by Russ Kubiak
One sudden step forward, he kneels like a penitent,
Or a king putting his head nobly on the block;
The blade slides swiftly, the train passes,
The platform gasps to see the body roll once, slowly,
As the wheels slide by, brakes screaming in strange harmony
With a woman who sags to the station bench.
And we stiffen to ponder the nightmare why.