...no stops downwind of dawn
a soul-shiver through the fields
blows the platforms
into overcoat starlight
dust of forgotten days,
...............ghost-cries of memory
.........thrust
through the cell-momentum
of those
........who would ride the night.
Blow-train-blow-your-smokestack
eater of miles, moon-train melting
......................snow
all down the Eastern pull
of the Milky Way,
blow all night from your black kettle
..............steamfusing
.........................sky with track
hit the last Great Bear tunnel
..........................with a shriek
from a mouth clasped
by the kiss
.............of night
blow like a whale
spray your ash on the backwash
of the backends of cities,
black hammers
..................of pistons
............dead mathematics
wailing beauty of steel
blowing the erections of landscape
clatter over the neck of Orion
rolling the dawn down the track
...............beetling and blowing
its beat pistons
up the last flat iron mile
blow, firebox, blow...
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