Train Car #8

Ancient wonder in our modern world
Filled with desires no soul can acquire.
The wonders of the ancient elements,
The creation of the minds desire,

Oh, splendor of ancient wheels:
Turning as the ocean breaks,
Spinning beyond the age of industry,
Living in the mind of a society past.

Alone in a world with no love,
Lost to the silence of death,
Hidden in a grave of lost artifacts:
Ignored, stripped, ridden of all breath.

Transformed through the vision of the creative one,
Rediscovered with the analog savior.
A medium so exquisite,
Reborn to your profound glory,

Rendered in silver and salts
With tones of exquisite illumination;
The rival of modern mediums,
Generations will see you in your glory.

Fiber, double weight,
Mounted for the world to admire.
Oh Silver Gelatin, beautiful illumination,
The envy of digital modernism.

Train Car #8 by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse