Coat Of Arms

Horrific death, you are closing in on me
circling slightly towards the center of the earth
The rails lead the way, night and day
black tracks ahead
I keep my eyes on you
keep you in sight from a distance
and join in the carousel movements
afraid, awed
beholding the ghost-like smoke
I grow tired as the weary wheels go round
feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me
I droop like snowdrops and wither
wait for your horrid hands to extend
and touch my white-stained arms of love