LONE RIDER OF THE SUN RAILS

Lone rider of the sun rails.

Chained to the rhythm of the churning iron.

Held captive by his belt of words.

Shouting hard to feed the fuel of his own voice.

He travels alone.

Desert wanderer.

Hot metal underneath wooden floors hardened sheath.

He is solitary hobo of the baggage car.

Sifting through the memories of his own imaginings.

Water stops flashing by.

Broken towers and hanging sky.

A town of steps leading out and away.

Straying down into a copper mine.

Ghost bodies now painted and sun gleaming.

Hands calloused and streaming thrusting the rider out.

Lone victim of the sun rails.