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