It's a trailer park, okay. It's by a train yard. 'Natch.

TRAIN

Where I live, I hear the whistle blow

Air pushing through the slotted metal

Powerful

Sorrowful

Warning

It says, “Beware my wheels that cut like knives, rumbling over iron tracks. Beware.”

It says, “Make way, frail things. Make way. I barrel through. I barrel.”

Where I live, I see the trains

Their hulking cars long and dark

Scarred

Barred

Waiting

Each says, “Clasp me, lock me, back to back, need to go. Make me go.”

Each says, “Want to follow, want to move. Let’s go!”

Where I live, I fear their place

The place below where those steely beasts roam

Monstrous

Horrendous

Beautiful

I say, “I’ll look from here, above and safe. Here I’m safe.”

I say, “I feel the pull, to be down there, to ride with you. I want to go.”

“Let’s go!”
“Let’s go!”
“Let’s go!”


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