Nameless bones

Beyond the rail track her bones live.

Her blood traces a train’s light beam

In the pitch dark of my own midnight.

There I wait her outside for the creak

Of a broken string cot that has sagged

Of many heavy bodies and light pockets.

Sorry ,I forget the name of the bones.

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