The Tears Filled up the Oceans

The Winds Kept Coming in from the Pacific

Kept Calling All of Your Names Aloud

Don’t Forget the Way Home, on the Mountain Routes

Remember the Rice Paddies and the Broccoli Flowers of the Fields

The Earthquake is Waiting to Happen, the Typhoons, Yet to Come

The Cracks of Earth at Home Longed for the Thirst to Get Quenched by the Rain

The Eyes in the Skies Filled with Blood

The Tears All Fell into the Oceans Now

The Mothers Crying Out of Despair, the Kneeling Waves

As I Sang that Wind of the Pacific that Kept Blowing on & on

On the Way to Memorial Day

Hearing that Long Series of Impact from Crashing into the Tunnels

The Loudness Entered into My Brains

This Bullet of Anger, Shoots Towards the Corruption of the Contractors

The Entrance of the Tunnel, Deep Like the Dark Hole of Humanity

The Cliffsides Became that Crimson Tombstone

The Never-Ending Coastlines, that White Line that Led the Lost Souls, Onward

Don’t Forget the Way Home,

Don’t Look Back Now

The Skies Cried Its Eyes Red, Tears Filled Up the Oceans

This Debt, Leave to Us to Tally Up Train by Train by Train

You Just Go and Rest in Peace Now, You’d Died, Accidentally But Not, Alone

Every Year around Memorial Day, the Families Shall Pass This Place by

The Wind of the Pacific, the Kneeling Waves, with the Tears, Salty Like the Seas

And so, this, is an eulogy of sorts for the lives that were lost in the train derail from a short while ago, and, many lives were lost, and it happened right around Memorial Day, as these people who’d worked away all headed home to gather, only, that they didn’t, get home…