Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

Train Tracks Like A Guillotine

Morning train
wooshes by at lightning speed.
Morning train
rushes by, deafening necks bleeding
when decaped by guillotine
silenced by the train tracks.
Morning train.

Bleeding from the neck
the blood wooshes out quickly
as one led to stairs.

Off goes the head at lightning speed,
Before the morning comes, one is given weed,
And nothing else, as ones last meal,
While the prison guards eat veal.
Off goes the head at lightning speed,
When the oblique blade drops.
Flying off goes the wooden shoes,
Donated to the Museum,
A newly founded venture by the French queen at Neo-Imperial France.
If only the victim knew, that it would be this queen,
That would be the only one to go.
At lightning speed.

Morning train
wooshes by at lightning speed.
Morning train
rushes by, deafening necks bleeding
when decaped by guillotine
silenced by the train tracks.
Morning train.

Bleeding quickly, the
blade drops in the morning,
as one led to stairs.

Silenced by the train,
Going quickly by.

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