In the middle Burlington Northern track,
videotape yanked from its casing lay
strewn across the wooden planks like
a sidewalk suicide.
It glistens & shivers
in the moonlight,
sprawled out like
a river with arms.
I wonder what damning
evidence swims in such
forsaken waters.
All I can see is
the tape guts
black & final as death,
like peering into
the onyx eye of
a creature you can't tell
is friendly or not.
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