Beyond the Orient Express
As the train snakes into a tunnel,
you consider Poirot and feel,
as the coach sparks at curves,
your unbleached mustache sizzle
to be waxed for investigation.
The dimness may cue murderers
a young hippie who headfalls for support
against a matron's ruffled cleavage,
a child obsessively stroking
the blonde doll in his sister's arms,
the conductor who punches holes
in tickets when not targetting skulls
with a red-lit silencer.
Is there mystery being inside a python,
melting into the intestines of a mountain?
You proceed to guess the identities
of passengers, blithely unconscious of being
another unidentifiable victim after the crash.