Dried-out bodies waiting for the train and me
They show up in packs stare at a board and bounce
They kick rocks and stare in one direction squinting and then squint at the opposite
They do the zombie trot slowly over to where they see the word "free" and grab a shitty little paper that they don't read and then promptly throw out
They stand talking in the middle of the tracks like mice wearing watches when you're not around
They stare at the times from two inches away and if you look from the right angle with no passing cars it looks like time has frozen
A horn in the distance and the dry bodies shift as the massive beast arrives
Live bodies get off and time resumes
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