we travelled by foot,
horse and wagon,
waiting for a promise
of great machines
to deliver us
into the future.
the machines came,
too many of them,
each with problems
and a price.
the air turned foul
and the sky unnatural.
long ago,
when I was a kid,
we watched the ghost trains
carrying the last of the dinosaurs.
they came to our town
once a year or so.
now the trains pass through
empty towns and cities
once a year or so
carrying relics of humans
no one is left
alive to see.
Christopher Woods is a writer and photographer who lives in Texas. His monologues have been performed most recently at Equity Library Theatre in NYC, The Invisible Theatre in Tucson and the Pro English Theatre in Kiev, Ukraine. Gallery: christopherwoods.zenfolio.com/f861509283