My Brother Was Run Over
My brother was run over by a train.
We showed him how we put coins on the track.
He sat down on the rail when we left.
The big long coal train couldn’t stop.
He blew his horn over and over.
We didn’t know it was about him.
When we came back he was as thin as a penny.
Roll me home and put me under the bed, he said.
Mom is really going to be upset, we said.
Pump me up with the bicycle pump, he said.
But that didn’t work.
Pour water on me, he said.
That didn’t work either.
We rolled him to school and his teacher said, Just stand him up in the back.
My brother was worried he might miss class and get put back.
He could still read out loud pretty well, but it sounded kind of flat.
Mom eventually got used to him being in his room all the time.
When he slept he snored like crazy, but we got used to that too.