The stairs you see are for going down
From where you were above the ground
Until you see they’re for falling down
And take them with the care they need
So falling down cannot occur.
Calling calling Father is from the bottom
Of those stairs and as you come to him
The train comes too, through the tunnel
Rushing rushing, Father pinning you against
The wall to keep you from the slicing
Power of those steel wheels
There in the gray light of a long-gone day.January 2004