The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Train Un Tracking

Snapping track onto the train tracking
follow the hover of the gentle curve 
sliding rail into a pair of copper couplers
main-lining the mossy styro-hills
slowly lifting the attenuator to a hum
strumming the scaled-down power lines
and the tiny lamps swinging for no breeze
just the gust of a  tin train careening
through a dimly lit tunnel that just fits
the silhouette of a flint-chinned dynamo
surging into an untilted turn with 
the unsuspecting vigor of an untoppling veer 
caught between two asymptotic pinions 
gravitically falling like a trickle of iron
machined to a silver-line finish by the
unrelenting horizon elliptically spinning 
round and round until the lost shavings
bloom with a bronze patina honed from an
essential verdigris, and all that remains
is the energetic scent of hot electrics 
steaming from the line lack of clacking 
from a truss failed and fallen unnoticed
and unseen by any proper vigilance.
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