Train Stain?

• Joungmin Kim, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

Mind drifting on Oizy’s train, across the river of Styx,

Lived thy fear, the moving scraps of tin can smoker, near leaving the bay of Vulcan,

I stood like a soulless drum, eros seemly asleep, his arrows and bow left unseen,

The mighty metal horse, ‘Oh wait Oh wait, hands still not noon’,

Yet to my surprise, whilst I stared across the abyss, met eyes with a hot… nymph?

Wait Wait, tho not eyes piercing my weary eyes, the eyes of Mors staring from within.

Hair so silky, draped in pure black, obsidian. Oblivious to my surroundings, I stared back at the running knight,

Oh Mars, Oh Neptune. I beg thee. Stop that blasphemous metal can. Stop.

My heart began to beat, was this heartstopper? Hands sweating, legs twitching. Something pushing against my pa-

Across the river Styx, thy saw a man, relaxed from a distance, with a bone in his pants?