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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem opens with a strikingly compressed portrait. The single-word lines "A wraith," "Walking," and the broken "It'd" enact the spareness they describe, the syntax itself thinning to near-vapor before the eye. This is an effective marriage of form and image, and the choice to fracture "It'd / Turn to vapor" across the line break lets the word "vapor" arrive almost as the dissolution it names.

The turn at "I've got two handfuls, tight with your atonement" introduces a different register, longer-lined and more declarative, and the shift in breath registers as a deliberate gear-change from the wraith's frailty to the speaker's grip. The phrase "small, sharpened abandonments" is the strongest figure here: it asks abstraction to take on physical edge, and the alliterative pressure of "small, sharpened" makes the object feel handled, almost fingered like a blade.

Where the poem is less sure-footed is in the relationship between its two halves. The wraith of the opening and the "you" who offers "atonement" are not clearly connected, and the pronoun "It" in the first section gives way to "your" without the reader being shown whether these are the same figure. A reader may reach the ending uncertain who is walking and who is collecting. One way to firm this up would be to let a single concrete detail bridge the sections so the wraith and the addressed "you" share some traceable thread.

The closing lines lean on the train conceit announced by the title, and "express to reckoning" makes the metaphor explicit. The risk is that "reckoning" states the poem's emotional destination rather than letting the imagery deliver it; the earlier "sharpened abandonments" trusted the reader more. The final "We're almost there" lands well as a quiet threat folded into the ordinary language of transit, but the abstraction just before it dilutes that effect. Consider whether "reckoning" might be replaced by something the reader can see out the window, so the menace arrives by image rather than by naming.

The rhyme work, particularly the chain of "spare," "swear," "care," "there," gives the piece a tightening musical spine, and that recurring sound is one of its real pleasures.

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