From the Archive: The Rabbit's Train.

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I wrote this poem back in 2020 and initially posted it over on AllPoetry. Unfortunately I don’t remember why I wrote it, but found it interesting. This poem has a depressing tone to it, so keep that in mind as you’re reading.

The Rabbit’s Train

The train is quiet tonight,
For its horn no longer speaks
Under the draft of the violet skies
Wallowing loudly above the tracks.

Bunnies used to stop and stare
As locomotives passed with a heightened
Sense of grandeur as the night slept on
And the mockery of the day began to rise.

But as rabbits grew old,
The silence of the great caboose
Brought unease through the folds
Of each one hopping around.

Like an ecosystem has come to grow,
Many have accepted the wagon's purpose.
Yet, when it stops and silence fills the void,
The coney realizes that the end is finally near.

The train was quiet tonight,
For silence is a scream that
None of its herd can comprehend,
Becoming the epilogue of their
Story’s end.

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