The Serpent Express - Visitor's Poem

by Chris Stokes
(England)

I can hear the rumbling growl,
And the shrieking cries of the wheel.
The thunderous boom it makes,
This monster made of steel.

I can hear it laugh,
It’s demented eye wide.
I stand still as it opens,
Then I climb inside.

Passengers eaten willingly,
We want to be devoured.
This whirling serpent spins,
Electricity keeping it powered.

A trance that controls me,
As I sit and wait.
I can’t help think of it,
For it is our fate.

But with a smile I wait and see,
It’s shinning light coming, winking at me,
Coming to take me, and make me free,
Away from this anarchy and misery.