Cradled through England between flooded fields
Rocking, rocking the rails, my head-phones on
The black box of my Walkman on the table
Hot tea trembles in its plastic cup
I'm thinking of you waking in our bed
Thinking of me on the train. Too soon to phone
The radio speaks in the suburbs, in commuter towns
In cars unloading children at school gates
Is silenced in dark parkways down the line
Before locks click and footprints track the frost
And trains slide out of stations in the dawn
Dreaming their way towards the blazing bone-ship
The vodaphone you are calling
May have been switched off
Please call later. And calling later
This stanza is one of contrasts, the ordinary and the disturbing and unexpected. ‘Dreaming’ conveys the idea of sleepy obliviousness. 
 The ‘blazing bone-ship’ is designed to startle the reader. It is a reference to a  Viking burial ship  — the connotations are of death, a rib-cage burnt bare of flesh, a conflagration. The  plosive  ‘b’s and hissing, sibilant 'z’ are like an assault on the ears. 

On The Train