I remember standing in an Indian railway station
back country, 1990, early for the train
and all the action was on the Gulf War
people were a little nervous
unknown how Moslems were going to respond
But it was so peaceful
just rusting iron under an Indian sun
and the chirping and flittering of sparrows
that seem to accompany all building
of railway stations around the planet
Odd that on the boundaries of a war things seemed
so much lighter than the wall-to-wall
havoc and information barrage from a virus,
perhaps I'll turn the TV off and
just head out into the country,
find me a railway station with no trains