Trains

There’s trains that rumble like a herd
That’s lying siege around the hills,
They’re loaded with their tales, their thrills,
And runes and legends still unheard.
And now I like to hear the sounds
Of this dull falling star that leaves
Below this bridge, below my knees,
And takes away a song of wounds.
When I was young, I saw a train
Of blind men running to the dark
And thought that borrowing their pain
Would have me sculpted in some park.
I’m off the train, sir; let my name
Blink in the shadows like a quark.