Train of thought

A train in the rain
glides through a flooded landscape
Passing caravans, bees,
houses, barren trees
In silent motion
gravity less
Travelling through a mess
of scenes
and things that once have been
In a sliding carriage
A headphone marriage
Blonde hair reflects
on a swollen pond
Water shimmers
Evening glimmers
across double glazed eyes
Rooks in a field
A hawthorn tree yields
small birds that flutter
across fields of snot
That God forgot
A train in the rain
glides through a flooded landscape
Only to find that ahead is behind
And the death star comes after
Doncaster