Walking along the tracks on a Sunday afternoon

on the bridge with huge steel beams

holding on as i look at the dangerous current below

screaming underneath my secure steps.

Thoughts of lying in the next field of daisies

are soon interrupted by the bellowing blast of the diesel’s horn.

Frozen, paralyzed and weighted down with fear

which death would suit me?

Ripped apart by speeding steel and have a romantic train song about me?

Or rather leap to be dashed from rock to rock by the current of the entering water that beats and drowns me?

Sweating and shocked I awaken never to know.