max thrax

canton station

Train rolls

Past the marsh


Past the lines

Of houses

Built from cardboard

And tape


One day

They will sink

Into the marsh


Water frothing

At the mouth

Of the collapse


Police found a body

Twenty feet down

It was no one, they said

Just a man

Passing through

Past the marsh

3 March, 2021

Max Thrax lives in Boston. His stories and poetry have appeared in Bristol Noir, Punk Noir, Shotgun Honey, and Versification. His novella God Is A Killer (Close To The Bone) will be published in May 2022. Find him online at or on Twitter @ThraxMaximilian.