Rust eats the steel ribs slow
Green climbs the riveted seams
Two shadows watch the embers glow
Shared warmth in diesel dreams
Iron moss holds the night
Iron moss drinks the light
Two quiet strangers breathe the same air
No names to speak no prayers to share
Rain taps the ribbed steel skin
Lichen writes in acid script
She stitches up a torn hem thin
He drinks from a chipped tin cup
Factory bones sink in the loam
Chimneys choked by vine and root
They map the dark toward a home
No future tense just absolute
Iron moss holds the night
Iron moss drinks the light
Two quiet strangers breathe the same air
No names to speak no prayers to share
Morning cracks the window grime
Pale gold on a calloused hand
No promise made no loss of time
Just gravity and where they stand
Tracks end in buried ballast stone
Signal lights grown blind and mute
She hums a hymn she learned alone
He knows the hymn by heart now
Iron moss holds the night
Iron moss drinks the light
Two quiet strangers breathe the same air
No names to speak no prayers to share
Iron moss stays right here
Rust and green the only prayer
Iron moss remains right there
