The trains that are burdened with memories
make up lost time on the run
with the ease of a dream
repeating itself
mile after mile
night after night.
They hammer the earth as they rush
and stop with such a blow
it spares no one.

The trains that are burnished by dawn
emerge from the longest of nights
to become a cry
whose desperation to be heard
has turned it to steel.

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