"I'm moving on a locomotive. It's a flash of light. Motion. Speed. Exhilaration. I'm pounding my fists onto some steel. It's hard. My teeth clench. The sound of metal bending. Someone rings a soiled rag and dirty water trickles onto clammy ground. A beetle scurries by. The train roars a deadly, hefty cry. "Remember me when I'm gone!" It sings. I am alone, shivering, pale as the moon in December. I am the train. And I am furious." - Poem by Me
