clickety-clack

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack
A train rolls in and
heels tap out the rhythm of movement in time with the
Clickety Clack
"All aboard"
The halls resound as people scatter and gather
The fire erupts and the speed picks up
clickety-clack
back into the countryside
Conversations roll with the hills
Clickety-clack
"tickets, tickets"
The conductor shouts over the wailing horn
as his heels drum out their tattoo
counterpoint to the train
staccato laughter rings out of the window
and it's all forward
as the engine begins to glow
the smoke pours out a single dull grey rail against the sky
and the noise of movement swallows up the pastoral sounds
of the birds and the bees
Clickety-clack
Likesome typewriter writing poems of movement across the face of the earth
between cultures and countries and colours
with the same noise that invades skulls to bounce around and around and
click
ety
clack
us into a new world and a new time until we're suffused with knowledge
and we
clickety clack
back out once again