Lost and Found

One from the archive, from 2 December 2004. This didn't really happen. But what if?? An black comedic take on the Beeching cuts to the railway network.

Lost and Found

It was in the musty old station room
Long neglected, since long ago doom
Descended on this railway with the axe
Of Doctor Beeching, silent now, no clacks
As the train goes along the track, instead
Decay, weeds grown on line, timbers shred
And in this room, kept for lost and found
There is one lost artefact, here inbound
A faded, mouldy trunk, much labelled lid
Concealing inside, the remains were hid
Of long dead corpse, chopped all to bits
As if by a mad axeman with beserker fits
Go back to one day, last train chugging
Into station, the stationmaster chopping
Up the firewood, angry at closing tracks
Doctor Beeching alights, list of cutbacks
In his hand. Well, what would you do?
Missing, presumed dead, no one knew.