I
Rock me, mama, like the wind ‘n the rain;
rock me, mama, like an
East-bound,
Great Western Railway train,
from the Meadow Of The Templar Knights!
Well, I ride on a mail-train babe –
can’t buy a thrill…
Well, I’ve been up since 7am;
now sat beside the window-sill.
Footnote (hand-writ):
These are songs with mentions of trains,
but I changed the words.
II
I’m on the tomb-train,
stretched sarcophic out
‘n chan’ling chambers down
through depth-dark blackness blurred –
we go to face the trials of night!
Where Horus-Falcon falls;
slips th’Aten westward, out of sight –
we tunnel-set
‘n serpentinely writhe!
Amduat – twelve-hour night;
today – twelve-minute ride!
The Hall Of Ma’at? King’s Cross
(No-one weighing up my heart!)!
To be honest… it was fine.
III
Mickelgate-bound,
we wibblewobble, smoothless –
final ride.
Image credit – Wikipedia
william altoft 