If Only a Movie

If Only a Movie

The Superstitions are flat

Against an almost cloudless Sky.

From where I Lie,

 half shelved against two ribs

of iron. They are also

upside-down and trembling

with the braces to which he bound  me 

that rock and shake.

Through the iron I can feel the sound

Of the rumbling, crunching, crushing,

Wheels mated to the tracks

Coming straight for me. Kidnapped

For a ransom, one they wont get

— the only reason for murder now to rid

Their whole county of yet another witness—

Like it’s my fault that the mine flooded

Since last I came. The sun streaks

 past the hazy rock tombs,

and the whimpers of my own throat

Hum an old folk song

 I could’ve sworn I never knew.

Even I can barely hear the strum

of each parched vocal

Node over the chalkboard screech of

wheels ten years past turning.

All I can see is up.

 Blazing sun. Blaring Heat. Broken

Ridges extending down

 into my sky.

Rock so muffledAnd so hazy

 I would almost take them

For a film set. 

©2012 Lex Vex