a blinding light on the dark monster.
I can see birds fleeing its path,
cars race to get out of its approach.
Leaves on the fading fall trees launch into the air
as the blast of its mighty exhaust frees them .
It speaks its presence at each crossing,
getting louder as it closes.
Standing on the station platform
the ground begins to shake,
the throb of its diesel engines drown out all other noise.
Its horn blares its presence to all.
Suddenly the great locomotives pass.
The sound of metal against metal sings in the winds of its passing.
The noise dies to leave the sound of the metal wheels
and the breeze of each passing car.
A clack on the track counts each one of the cars
and sings a hymn for each one.
One, two...a hundred and the storm passes
and fades into the distance.
The sound of birds, dogs and children playing returns
as the giant heads west.