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.
