Sidney Clay by Allen Henriquez

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Sidney Clay

By Allen Henriquez

 

Sidney Clay out of work and just bone tired

of it all

Decided to get in the act

took his bottle and went down to the railroad tracks

Here now in the woods off the ocean’s shore

Knockin’ down knockin’ down gulps by the tracks

with trains rolling by few more sips then on

the tracks headed straight to Hell

Time and ready the train is here

Ready to die no time to cry

don’t be soft just stand here and take it

Headlight oncoming revealed a doe

on the rail line fascinated it seems with

the light

Fool deer on it out here

There’s no room in Hell for the innocent and I don’t

think they take animals there

not even coyotes and wolves

I think

Had to shoo it off chased it off

into the bush

Train passed the plan crashed I’m stuck

Still here still here

Hey where’s doe it disappeared

was it ever here

not sure But I’m out

never again next ride is on the inside

 


Submitted: December 22, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Allen Henriquez. All rights reserved.

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Bert Broomberg

Great poem. It depicts a very clear image.

Tue, December 22nd, 2020 2:28pm

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