White Trains

stop white trains on the wide flood plains,
another disaster has us moving ever faster
as a shade of yellow shines down shallow skies,
covering pigs spewing unequal lies.
faster thoughts directed at no single end
when multiplicity shouts what it cannot defend.
everyone to none left at the only station.
I stay because I have better information.
you who thrive under the verbal spell
shall die once more from a bone dry well.
like moths forever infatuated by light
fleeing the assumed danger of night.
breaking the mountains with subtle ease,
the iron snake screams by without making a breeze.
it's the silence of fools who protest or run away
radical and accounted for--you never went astray.
all power goes without loss to the rails,
wheels never slip. the engine never fails.
you, now aware, put hands to the fires
but stationmasters have begun cutting wires.
last is the day of your restless free will,
your mind too distracted to notice the kill.
in days of yesterday the proud producer,
today forever the newfangled consumer.
skies indifferent to that on which they lie,
another entanglement has said goodbye.
but forming clouds create cleansing rains
to wash white trains on wide flood plains.