Ticket to death

The seven fifteen  
It seems it was on time
But for one not crowded platform No 2  
To wait with intentions oh so clear  
 
The driver did the safety checks  
The doors the brakes, to know  
What dangers hazards lay ahead  
The screen so clean, the scheadule read  
 
The morning sun flicker through the trees  
The bunch of snowdrops, dotted bank  
Crowded carrages coffee cup in hand  
The through train the innocent device  
 
To each a lines fixed point  
A collision swirling without brakes  
And conscious reality betrayed  
The steel the rabbit dazzled by headlights  
 
 Walk the sleepers as they lie  
Passengers frightened by the horn  
Followed by the crunch of bones  
The Tattoo of blood that dried  
 
Etched upon the drivers mind  
Eyes that met in vacant space  
The weight behind the drivers hand  
That death for him as no Amen's