The Most Melancholy Choir.

The most melancholy,

macabre and disconcerting choir,

the sparks of the brimstone

and the sparks of the fire.

The lines glide gleaming to the next stop,

swooping and screaming, bat-like to its coop

the sparks and the screams leave little denial

of this unending choir on repeat, on a loop.

No steam trains and smoke for the glory of Gothic,

only tube trains toiling and boiling, screeching beneath

screaming and streaming, these worms through their hole

demand a voice and a hearing through gritted teeth.

The most melancholy,

macabre and disconcerting choir,

the sparks of the brimstone

and the sparks of the fire.

“The chaos is the pay off

for clanging and bangs

and for this orchestra of torture”

the choir clearly sang.

They sang for the noise,

the action and bangs

“Why do you need chaos?”

They repeatedly sang.

The train horn screamed steamy,

and the train halted in dust.

No one to get on

this train of rot and of rust.

The choir got off,

their voices grew fainter and soft

and they sang so soft and sombre

for the lives they had lost.

The choir couldn’t grow older

and grow out of the choir

and were destined for the melancholy

singing and sparks for the fire.

They turned back to the train

and re took their seats

as the record re-hooked

on its loop and the sparks did re-heat.

With their angelic screams

they took it from the top

as the train disappeared into the darkness

racing eternal to the next stop.