The Midlanders
..a man was killed on the tracks, today.
I waited on platform two
for the train coming down from Glasgow.
Today... damp,cold,misty day in the north.
This middle England...
(Trains with no drivers)
of semis and trees...
(Drivers with no trains.)
ponies,cows and sheep.
A reassuring voice
reminds us
to take care when stepping down onto the platform.
Patient passengers
gaze silently
through
steamed up carriage windows .
Travelling in timelessness
each cocooned in their own dramas.
Business men,young mothers,grandparents.
Wheels turn almost without noise
over tracks...
and
in the trees
crows await rich pickings.
Going home
this is England
at it's most crowded.
Middle and everything.
All languages, all sizes, all ages.
All trying to get home.
Some get on the train.
Some abandon the try....
Far from home...
Far from the destination.
Now I believe what they tell me...
...everything in everyway
ends in chaos.
Going home
this is England
at it's most crowded.
Middle and everything.
All languages, all sizes, all ages.
All trying to get home.
Some get on the train.
Some abandon the try....
Far from home...
Far from the destination.
Now I believe what they tell me...
...everything in everyway
ends in chaos.
