greyhound graveyard written on 01/01/2015

greyhound graveyard
 
early morning
grey sky
train#1 The Canadian
westward bound an hour
past the Peg
 
slowly, reverently
we pass a field
littered with buses
 
windshields shattered
their eyes poked out
 
others
resting on their sides
like roadkill
 
wheels in the air
going nowhere
 
young trees have rooted
gaining the upper hand
 
shooting branches through
side windows
 
red, white, and blue paint
behind the leaves
 
so this is the place
where
the greyhounds go to die
 
I never knew