Silent Witness Train

A train of silent women rumbles through the night.
They do not speak. They do not move. They stare ahead
like statues waiting for museum staff to write
"A train of silent women rumbles through the night"
upon a plinth, around a painting's frame. They might
be ghosts. They might be refugees. They might be dead
or lost in space-time. Child or crone or maidenhead,
they do not speak. They do not move. They stare ahead
like eyeless skulls that watch from shadows under beds.
Like every silent witness dead of love or fright,
they do not speak. They do not move. They stare ahead,
the train of silent women rumbling through the night.

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