Packed Trains

October 25, 2024

Our dream trains conjure up faces— 

known, unknown. You half-recognise 

a tired mother; I sneer at my drunk uncle

who never got to the other side of his third

marriage. We pack our dream trains with

all we’ve come through. 

There’s another, 

evanescent earth intersecting, punching 

through—endlessly—the way colonisers

belted countries with rails. Dreams 

turned into nightmares. 

The dead are 

resurrected in our memories of them. 

Our minds grow porous when floodwaters

come. Gutters so full they choke on hiccups

of air, as in your Mumbai, where train hanger

ons flap wetly, facing destinations. 

My friend, 

was that you got caught in monsoon rains as

you followed your father to the dark roofs of

his drinking den, oblivious of how

he failed your family? 

When our minds give 

out, we’ll still be using our caught breath 

to say what we can to each other, to do the 

spirit-work we’re given, to harness the dead’s 

inexhaustible voices—to be in the revenant 

listening, wheels churning beneath our swaying.

David Allen Sullivan

David Allen Sullivan is the former poet laureate of Santa Cruz county. His books include: Strong-Armed Angels, Every Seed of the Pomegranate, a book of co-translation with Abbas Kadhim from the Arabic of Iraqi Adnan Al-Sayegh, Bombs Have Not Breakfasted Yet, and Black Ice. He won the Mary Ballard Chapbook poetry prize for Take Wing, and Tim Seibles selected Black Butterflies Over Baghdad for the Hilary Tham capital collection, Word Works Books. Salt Pruning, a co-authored book of poems with Ignatius Valentine Aloysius, was published by Hummingbird Poetry Press. A book of poems about his Fulbright year in China with his family, Seed Shell Ash, is forthcoming from Salmon Press. He teaches at Cabrillo College, where he edits the Porter Gulch Review with his students, lives in Santa Cruz with his family.

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