An Evening Train Poem by Timothy Liu

whistles past hacked-down fields of corn,
heading towards a boy who whittles
an effigy of himself. We go on sleeping
through sirens and crimson strobes
flashing on remains no one can identify
till we line up at dawn to see who's
missing. At the zoo this morning, a girl
found half-devoured in a moat, two lions
licking their chops, Little Rock, Arkansas
the only proof left on her body to show
how far she was from home, a tattered copy
of The Odyssey later found in her purse.
Did she love her life? We warn our children
not to lay their ears down on the tracks
in wintertime, knowing how it's not
always best to know what's coming our way.