from a train in motion by the sea,
a boating schooner scoots through
planes of burnt-up pier and wood
the reeds shush a saucy tale:
of drinking dingy shanties
sung among the silver fog,
of black and yellow windows
burning bright on bobbing logs
of half a country's roarings,
warring over booze and gas
now of bodies hiding akin
whining railroad tracks.
blowing smoke in heavy stacks
the train in motion crashes
violently into the schooner
shattering its belly