Rain, Rain On Arrival

The station master is being ever so discreet

But I have my suspicions and I can sense

Something seditious, in a room as neat as

His happens to be looking, now apparently

He is putting all the accessories back, in

The presentation box, even rolling up

The track and the poor little fellow is

Possessed of the face of a man locked in

An unhappy marriage. Cutting all the lines

Of communication down, then proceeding

To take the train apart, carriage by carriage,

But what breaks my heart is his decision,

For he too has to suffer the fate of the man

Of vision, hard as it is, and it is for a father

To handle, to be watching his son, watching

Him dismantle the town.

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