old man and his old train

Santiago de Compostela

the long road, Spain

it was there

an old man and his old train 

-derailed-
it was there
the stone and metal cradled
the dying,
the beat-up train carried
so many crying
human people

an old man and his old train

was he to blame

for the death
of those many human people

forgetting

for getting

tangled in the metal lines

spines, old train driver

tangled up in an old spider

web of lines, threads and spats

somehow getting off track 

for speeding old eyes 

to get it back

the end of age/ the end of life/ 

to end in this way 

more than tragic

the story of an old man and his old train

all those lives
that will never be the same again

and they ask still, was his age to blame

could he see the same 

as them young Spanish train-men,
would they be alive then

had one taken it,
and that old man sorrow

Van Gogh painted on his face
-solemn disgrace-

old man and his old man train

-what now, to say?-