Inside The Lonely Train

inside that lonely train
a man finds consolation in his black dog

but soon
life will be over as the train reaches
its destination too

death, oblivion, annihilation
on a global destruction

that even to his dog
a man cannot hold on to an intimacy

sooner, not later, everything ends
no dog, no man, no cockroach shall be spared

no virus, no germ, except perhaps
the truth, the word

not even this poem, this poet
or its reader too, because

it shall be.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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