The Understudy.

The trains light at tunnels end dimmed 

conductors train whistling over tracks

all seating filled continue make waves

whistlers run was said along the tracks

the pickers tale repeated up to last stop

but before the line stepped forward and

onward I wrote a letter placed it near to

the last letter box at the station leaving

no return I exited the call returned with 

a ticket three fold the way and odds are

holding the shape of things are to come 

the value of gold falls to beneath hands 

scale and fingers clawing at the metals

small plate but did the devils gold seen

winding the caves wall hand pressed in

came upon a golden crown site exposed 

such drew man child woman and queen

becoming a bridge in distant tomorrows

time ancient doors coming open to asks 

what rules remain delicate others a faith 

thought and question the rock that stood

the test of time enough to write in another

passage bearing allegiance but who art to

these large blocks about the world laid on

this blue and green earth some beneath in

tides lost welcome moment in world slept

thru tides remnants leavings little grasped 

by it to its lower earth tides other world or

rule beneath the tides world.