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A sordid rusted track, railed upon for miles

the smog folds at length 

every shovel of coal sends the fire roaring, burning in its own agony.

Trundling carriages wail
A puff of sad song into the Departure air.

Souls are thinly lit and veiled, 

the winter tugs at every desperate tobacco fume;

Charring, twisting, crumbling

I can hear the gravel crunch beneath your torn boots, Jimmy.

The wind bellows and falls back on itself

Voices war and buzz red

While at the Front, the rifles pay their respects

A flower turns restless in another sleepless moonlit night.

Every triumph is a battle on land,
Sirens of tears lost

Every war is a battle of Hearts shed.