Leaving BlackCrow

by Philip

B 4 1st lite
th wind died
in its stillness
overwhelming stench
enveloped haste
2 break camp
quickened B 4
th next train
1 more break
security checked
th tension grew as
skin was gloved
ignition keyed
compression released
enrichner enriched
starter hit
engine lit
gentle warmup
th cool
empty road
screams @ US
like an eagle

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