Bullet Train Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A steel serpent sleek and swift and bright,
slices through landscapes, day dissolves to night.

No patient plod, no rhythmic rolling sway,
but driven power that commands the day.

A blur of motion where the fields fly past,
a fleeting glimpse of moments built to last.

The city's edge, a distant fading gleam,
as miles are swallowed in a waking dream.

A human current flowing swift and deep,
where time surrenders secrets it will keep.

The silent hum, a lullaby of speed,
a modern marvel fulfilling every need.

No smoke-filled clouds, no soot upon the breeze,
but clean precision meant to bring us ease.

A metal whisper on a ribboned track,
a future rushing, there's no turning back.

The distant mountains rise and then recede,
a fleeting canvas planted as we speed.

A moment's pause in stations bright and grand,
a fleeting touch of far-off promised land.

To bridge the distances that once seemed vast,
a metal arrow where futures are amassed.

A thought takes flight on tracks that know no end,
a bullet train's journey where worlds transcend.