the haunting

 

Th e se deep scars forever running 

Into rivers of childhood 

Beautifully woven intimate with the land

Scream into the tall tree bats ravaging

The seeds of a living skeleton - 

This station is filled with humanity 

Reading braille from pods 

A laugh until death is heard 

There's the screaming again 

Children once laughing filled with 

Dread in the haunting tale of humanity