train whistles its late-afternoon
warning over the banks, shooing
herons from their nests, dockworkers
from their reveries; downstream
an earthbound descendant of
graffitied cement and rusty idealism
derives the ebb of the river’s summered
bottom with circles formulated
around the circumference
of heaven and lines drawn
up by hell’s indifference:
equations like battlescars written
not in flesh and blood but in
currents and railroad tracks and cut
deep in post-modern
denial.
the tenth muse 
Really well written. Each word has power and the sound and rhythm pull me through the text. Solid. – Bill
Woww… what a vivid picture!
Such starkly contrasting scenes, yet seemingly conveying a similar meaning…
Your wordplay was excellent here!!!
And the image you’ve put up is veeeeery apt too…
Great photo!
And you know I like the found lines and circles in the natural and manmade landscape.
Thanks for your comments, Bill; sound and rhythm were a big part of this one. Nice to hear from you!
Hi Kavita! I’m glad you liked the image–I had my doubts about it at first, wondered whether the perspective was too strange, so thanks for the reaffirmation! 🙂
Gracias, Ray. nice to see you around. natural versus manmade has been something of a theme around here lately… 😉
love it,
I used to ride a trains back home while in college…
very stunning post.
😉
Wonderful! I love each and every word. x
Thanks Jingle and h0ll0wd0ll for your kind words–always a pleasure. 🙂
well-written, with a stunning photo 🙂
Constructive Poetry…nice!
Cheers.
Thanks Imagina, Emmanuel; lovely of you to stop by 🙂
Hey, i really like this one.
Impressive
I feel like I’m really experiencing the environment. Great job!
wonderful! I really enjoyed the imagery and visualization of your poem!
thanks for dropping by, K.
Glad you enjoyed it Gally, lauren. you’re welcome back any time 🙂
simple checking,
make sure returned favor to those…
I am sure you did…
Happy Sunday!
@Jingle. Yup. 🙂
A wonderful poem with a great image. Wonderful! 😀 xx