Desert dreams filled up with rain,
Drifting out of my drugged brain.
Dazed, I look around the train,
Dark red cargo we'd sustained!
Ballroom dancers' bodies lain,
Dead as dust and done with pain.
Done ignoring all the stains,
Such deep dark red makes me insane.
Now decide, do I refrain?
Or call out to them by name?
Should I try to stop this train?
I see the white wings of a crane.
Darkly I divide the chains,
Thus departing with disdain.