What ghosts will sit
These patient seats,
Drift along aisles, up stairways,
Gasp and wave,
Believe and tremble
When these crowds –
Distracted by the
Ticking of other clocks – Move on?
What echoes will resound
Beneath this rivet-iron framework
When this magnificent noise –
Part delight, part expectation –
Dissolves outwards into
Vacuum spaces.
What spirits, magical memories
Will run the tracks, leap the sands,
Spin the wheels, raise the bars,
Tread the waters,
Pace the rings
When these heroes that have
Graced the days,
Inspired and stirred souls,
Disband?
What phantom flags
Will flutter, spill, catch the cheers
the sobs of joy, of despair and determination:
In triumph or defeat
When these rampant banners are furled?
Do we just dare to dream?
Enough to make it happen again?
