Limerick Junction
The Station large and dome like, clinically clean
Cream tiles with loneliness lingering in every pore
Birds flying high, coming home to roost, to nest under the eaves
Family’s grouped together, like midgets around the carriage doors
Filling in the silent moments with meaningless chit chat
Another youth his passage paid is leaving home
To wander the earth, to search for a living
A train huffed and puffed, while building up its steam
A whistle signals, the train is moving slowly, outward bound
A last look back, to little groups, disappearing in to the distance
A waving frenzy to the chug, chug, chug of the train
The engine singing
Going Away, Going Away, Going Away
And he is gone
– Clare Glynn Chitan
absolutely brilliant