through the woodlands
But it also rocks
the sides shake
-ominously
The trees lurch forward
-tentatively
In the mind's eye, I see
a ghost train bounce off
hit the trees
and explode
into a multitude
of shelled pieces
Fast forward
turns out it's not a ghost train
Anguish; screams, yells, heat
intense heat
A Titanic-esque pose
The engineers refuse to leave
The upturned wreck; people inside
The panic; the burning heat
Slowly, but not surely, an escape
walking corpses; the lashing heat
Nothing to claim them except
Night, fire and wood
Too many trees
As everything starts to be consumed
They walk, no clear sense of direction
Away from the burning death trap
Away from the carnage
Away from the stench
