June 12 Plea over Troubles victims

There is panic in the air, many of us have decided to be with our families, those we love. I'm at the train station, it's early evening but still humid. The 5.15 to Rochdale begins to leave, final goodbyes are taking place. I see the bag drop from her hand as the train leaves, as it drops and all kinds of  unction, potion, snake oil and balm begin to fall free. The child in front notices and makes to run to catch them before they crash to the ground, the departing mother moves the muscles around her mouth to issue a warning. The bag is still there, time is slowing, the troubles are starting.
Young men in Belgium without gravity, tied by their ankles to the ground, a town in Australia where everyone suddenly started speaking backwards, (although obviously it took a while for that news to escape). These are the troubles of our time, without reason or cause.
This town is being paused, if I don't move quickly enough I wil