For what it's worth


I tried to be kind
When you would drink past your memory 
& the long hour
that the night can become
would curdle
your blood


when the walls shook
& you tumbled
through the earth
tearing down power lines
smashing plates on the kitchen floor


for what it's worth
the NS line 
still slows 'round the bend
& sings a mighty tune
of creaks & wails
if you catch
the right
night