The Other Window

He took his seat on the foreign train

He thought it pleasant to travel again

Mindful of the journey's end

He read again the letter from his friend



Time passed as it often does



The seat was hard, the carriage fetid

He was dressed for summer, but still he sweated

It was better than being home

Feeling the cold, and living alone



Time passed slowly



Around him people spoke in French

Despite schooldays it made no sense

Occasional stares caught his eye

He was tempted to smile, but



Being shy, time passed



When he looked through the window

For the thousandth time

He saw a black horse fighting for its life



In a barbed wire fence

Fatally tangled

The more it struggled

The more it strangled



Time sped up



He turned away

What could he do?

The other window had a nicer view



Time passed painfully

Time passed painfully

Time passed painfully