Tongues of fire

The train stopped in the field
Forgetting itself in the mirror
Of starlight with a cold flicker
On horizon of a town’s lights.

Train fire , in its belly, recalls,
At forked tips of fiery tongues,
Trees in their jungles of sleep
That turned coal a black night.

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