when i woke up 

i woke up in a cemetery 

and i found around me old bones 

of old trains 

pistons bent oddly out of shape

chassis twisted into angles i could not comprehend 

and plush seats strewn with old wiry benches

there were no classes here 

no old allegiances 

there was unity in squalor

there was a graveyard for trains 

and there was me 

awake