Arrival (The Aeries)

He stepped off                    Moon Night

of the train

As he had done

so many times before

The Aeries welcomed

From high on the hill

So close now that he

Could smell his supper

Carried by the October breeze

Mixing with the dust

From the tracks

And the coal

of the train

With a sudden fragrance

Of hot gunpowder

And he would not

come home again