Live locomotive power
peppering short blast of air,
nothing is humanly grander..
Two or more engines idle
ground shaking stability,
rumble their harmonious cycle..
How i’ve grown, loving
those diesel electric train
faint whisper, my ears ringing..
In all their majesty as moving
people, freight, across a world..
Hundred year, nothing to improve!
Throughout night, the lining of freight
bang an crash, quietly for hours
men which keep a world an engines lubcate..
Storm of energy coming out of idle
as a mile long train begin a journey
through nature in relentless battle..
The sounding purr, of the engines sitting ide,
sporadic loud blast of air,
continuous rapid air releases, spitting..
i grew up on Wall Street
below the backyard was the train tracks
then Burrard Inlet,
train became apart of life..
So when they are not there,
a soft loving loss…