Cossack

Cossack

A Poem by aweavers

In the world of Thomas the Tank Engine,
the late D.T. and his Tommy Gun
a train pulls slow into the station.
He wears hard leather and carries
a soaked and crusted feather
that drips oil and smells of distillation.
He thought himself the better
for being a cossack and competitor.

© 2011 aweavers


Author's Note

aweavers
This one is a bit deeper than it looks, but has never been as friendly to the reader as I'd like.

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Added on June 14, 2011
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