Bullet Train

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

There is a bullet train
speeding through our town,
our country,
with the letters CRISIS
written on it.

We cannot put
our arm out
to catch it,
or wrap our legs around it
to hold on to it.

With lightning fastness,
it is melting the ice
at the poles,
changing the seas forever.

It is ripping apart
the land around it
with drought, flood and wildfire,
diminishing wildlife and songbirds.

Like a giant spring,
loaded and set
to snap at our face,
it will take out
the whole eye of the world.

4 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

4 responses to “Bullet Train

  1. it is certainly a runaway train – well done

  2. paula sayword

    another powerful punch…..well done, Ethel

  3. Very powerful, Ethel. Your title “Bullet Train” is very apt, on many levels.

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