Train station poetry (“Utrecht Central”)

The lonely soldier just got home
men in skirts at his door
a thousand night in the child’s eyes

Run, run, the iron snake goes into the hole
Run, run, the iron snake is almost gone

Trembles…

Rain pours, the clock falls
wind blows under the cancer’s coat.

A stormy dance against time.

Run, run, the iron snake goes into the hole
Run, run, the iron snake is almost gone

Ragged old man where is your home?
pink river wraps her bones
china man falls of the horse.

Run, run the iron snake is gone.

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