Collision
The train was fast approaching; it was speeding up the track; a giant metal monster in a rage of smoking …
The train was fast approaching; it was speeding up the track; a giant metal monster in a rage of smoking …
At four a.m. the minions climb upon their sleeping beast: They clean away the soot and grime, each sleeve …
When night descends and chill is in the air I see the lighted windows from the train that takes me …