This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers - Augie March

This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers - Augie March
We will adjust to this new condition of living like a man with his entrails now out him not in
After certain techniques of torture accustoms himself to a new condition of living train
Thoughtful godless men find god in them at the age of twenty-five
But in a year death gains favor and they think themselves the more alive
This one has a sleeping wheel this one has a willing noose
Onward and on to the ends of love pricked vanity
Habit and ruse
Onward and on to a premature silence where death finds too much use
Fifteen year old whores in training eyes a＇batting
Skin aflame
This fire-fanning express
If you＇re on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismay
It takes the corner into the day after today which is a father＇s sorrow
Onward and on to the ends of meanness where kindness is the means of the earth
Onward and on awakening finds us too sensual beings from birth
Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with red-rind eyes
Getting pecked at by the h****n sparrows of the western skies
＂We＇ll stand on his hand that＇s how you pin your man
We＇ll smash him from Preston to Epworth ＂
Onward and on to the ends of reason where malice is the means of the earth
Onward and on
This strange-wrought bird
Onwards and over the black coffee earth
Onward and on
This laughing train to the ends of its low low mirth
Where the media make it with the media whores
Lady Time minces man-meat with her contract claws
For a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback wars
In the outback palace of one John Laws
O we will adjust to this new condition of living
Like a sailor with his hands tied behind his back
Imprisoned after sailing into foreign waters unawares
Accustoms himself to a new condition of living
But a shadow falls between this hurtling intent and its realisation
For its government is rotten and therefore its civilisation
Which is certainly taking no passengers train