Clear Water
The train is still the cars are all full the whistle is blown. The engine is running they're waiting to move they're loaded down with flesh and bone.
There are tools on the track who take the money who accept the demands they gouge out their own eyes then A movement of hands they betray their oath they break the glass the rhythm skips a heart races past.
The herd on the grass has stopped grazing the beast feels the beat a grass fire is spreading they commence to stampede.
The ground is quaking there are stars in their eyes that dance with the moon and the rain and the sky, a tool is at the ready and the sweat and the tears he clings to the rage and the blood and the fear.
And the cars are all empty and the hearts are on fire the ground swell is high with the wind at its back. The ocean is rising it floods out the shore and the cars and the tools and the grass and the tracks.
There's a spark in the lifeline there's a snap of the rope the tools have retreated betrayed by decree and the children, the flowers, the cries and the hope set sail on the ships in heaven's own sea.
There is music playing and movement above she remembers the warm And the soft and the love.
Mariah E Jan 2026
