Train

By morning the children’s clothes

had dried on the barbed wire

and were packed with toys for the train.

The drunks felt themselves sober

and the hasty lust from last

night evaporated,

but the children were clean

and their skin scrubbed with love.

Prayers were left for the childless

and the alone, while hot water

and the habits of home were the worship

of parents going with their children,

taking them to leave them, leading

them to the ends of memory.


Tim Miller‘s poetry and essays have appeared in Parabola, The Wisdom Daily, Jewish Literary Journal, Crannog, Southword, Londongrip, Poethead, and others across the US and UK. Two recent books include Bone Antler Stone (poetry, The High Window Press) and the long narrative poem To the House of the Sun (S4N Books). 

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