This one is called, "In Vain, Therefore."
"The jetsam sighs, flooding the front hall
with the fragile violence etched on the captain's forehead.
Some got off at the next to last stop, others less fortunate
were lost on the trail.
Pines and mist carrying over, until the exit wicket
displaced all thoughts of a former human time.
We it was reasoned, led lewd lives, belong with the bears.
A very few carry enough energy to create a kinetic bonding
arrangement.
These are the so-called sad ones eating alone in restaurants,
dyeing their hair.
The dandelions are dead in the mud of summer.
They tell of roasted meats, be oblivion,
but a decade away and the waterfall unused is ruined.
It is ruined, is not to stand."