The railroad trestle over the creek
is finally coming down
after being abandoned decades ago
It leads nowhere
with a cutoff front and back
Like some behemoth in its death throes
it moans
it creaks
it undulates
it leans
The years have
shifted its spine of metal and wood
into an unsteady unstable and shifting scoliosis
There will be no formal burial
or reconstruction in a museum
after it has been removed
piece by piece
Like all human creations
it was not made to last
forever
Wow!!!! What an amazing poem – extended metaphor and so well-built! This poem was meant to last…
Thank you. It is quite a process to take the trestle down.
Great verbs – moans, creaks, undulates, leans – I can picture it. Terrific analogy. All around well constructed and powerful poem. Thank you!
Thank you When it comes down, it will be missed by many