Sunday, June 1, 2014

When the Whistle Blows

When the whistle blows
it shrills my ears
soot rains down
in greasy smears
when the whistle blows

engine chugs
gray smoke billows behind 
steel wheels grind rails
gain momentum  
metal shrieks against metal

I am safe in my seat
the iron beast takes me away
from fear and injury
as I rock to and fro balanced

steel on steel I steal away

1 comment:

  1. This is excellent, Willow. I like the wordplay with steal and steel.
    I wonder what the source of inspiration was. I really like it.