Poetry
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His Last Sight Was the Train light
Sarah Gilmore
His last sight was the train light
Before the wheels reaped his soul
He didn't see it coming
And didn't feel a thing
His last sight was the train light
And he thought it was God.
I stood on the platform and wondered
How it felt for him to be alive
And then nothing
and nobody at once.
I imagined dying feeling like
Riding the rail to the last stop
And being the first passenger to get off
The last sight, a train light
Before seeing God.
Before the wheels reaped his soul
He didn't see it coming
And didn't feel a thing
His last sight was the train light
And he thought it was God.
I stood on the platform and wondered
How it felt for him to be alive
And then nothing
and nobody at once.
I imagined dying feeling like
Riding the rail to the last stop
And being the first passenger to get off
The last sight, a train light
Before seeing God.
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