Photography- Photographer Wolfart
Rust-colored steel, its route forgotten
Beyond a stretch of ground half-swallowed by wild grass,
the train and its carriages remain.
Not preserved.
Not restored.
Simply left behind.
The paint lifts and curls, thin and dry.
The windows give off a murky, blurred light.
Inside, the seats split open in tears,
quietly sitting where they once passed through.
The tracks no longer lead anywhere.
They rust in place,
without a sound.
It stopped moving long ago.
This metal was once so important,
carrying all its momentum.