The Last Train by Grace Andreacchi

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THE LAST TRAIN

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dressed in old gold it lingers

at the very last station on earth

under a desert sky the air is cold

the stars pinpricks under your skin

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on board forgotten faces glow

pale but bravely smiling

you hope they won’t recognise you

and they don’t

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so you sink with a sigh into your

green velvet seat

sip a glass of champagne

as the train pulls out

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wailing its desert song into the night

you were not expecting this

and yet you are here

this first class seat has your name on it

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Grace Andreacchi writes novels, plays, short stories and poetry. Her work has been published by Serpent’s Tail, Harpur Collins and Oxford University Press as well as her own imprint, Andromache Books.

Grace Andreacchi