derailed

cast off the train of thought
screeching wheels,
desperately skidding
spinning
flying off the tracks.

so many injured,
so many more dead.

the dying don't count.
they'll be extinguished
soon enough.

- - -

he was one of the injured.

- - -

the train righted itself,
bruised,
dented,
scarred.

it careened on down the oily rails,
flying towards a doom
which, certain as it was,
could not be foreseen.

- - -

he was there,
in the train,
flying straight to hell.

there was nothing i could do to stop it.