Sloe Train

The train crawls thick with refuse
the train slops lace in butcher’s juice
the train snags tin lids and eye patches
the train soaks up a whale’s tear
the train aflame scorches the gusset
the train hooks over the rafter in the barn
the train waits with its tail in its mouth
the train clutters with leaves and pearls
the train leaves a trail of mucin and wine
the train tucks in the witches tit
the train swaddles the newborn bitch
the train strains and strains and through it
drips one
pitchy
drop