Last Train Home
By Dmitri Allicock
Lonesome Locomotive sitting on the line
Eternally left, beacon of bauxite ore enshrine
Hot and sweaty world so silent and still
Hush graveyard absent reverberating thrill
Pistons and wheels rusting on the tracks
Miles of lines and cars gone for scraps
Scintilla of revered Pullman and travelling folk
Rattling rhythm of wheels and gushing smoke
Farewell wave from mines like Arrowcane
Fortunes of Bauxite, Gold, Rice and Sugarcane
Wistful corroding workhorse of golden gleam
Heyday of healthier times and kinder dreams
Last load of robust Mainline delivered so well
Hoots and clangs where flash back memories dwell
Century of bauxite mining and Upper Demerara’s past
Deservingly rest dear friend, home at last