Banshee Train
A banshee train
just howled its way west through town;
as if incited by murder;
the bad death of a lover.
Blats and blares and wrath spat
soaked up by the already heavy air;
shrieking in voices, all dominant, dissonant, yet unison;
of power, of pain, of rage, of despair
It gave me a thrill and a fright, my children;
and somewhere it's howling, I hear it
still, carried back in fits and gasps
on the leaf-blow'n Halloween wind.
