In a Railway Carriage
Our train is slowly sliding
Toward a tunnel. Damn!
What was that story?
Fading now inside our memory channels?
Twenty-nine men dead;
You can’t dig gas:
Just let it flush its way
Or bust and burn.
The tunnel opening – is it
High enough, and wide?
What of the other at the other end?
Look out the window, love,
Those trees will be the last we …
Nelson Wattie