Clackety clack clack
Clackety clack clack
The ship of state rolls on steel wheels
On tracks spiked into timbers
Aged a hundred years.
Shakes and shudders and scream
Clackety clack-clack
Of metal against metal,
Drone of progress wished for
Denied, erased, pretended.
Forward movement unrelenting
Momentum of time only.
Clackety
Clackety
Clack-clack
On wheels of steel
Our ship rolls inebriated, hopeful
By history forsaken, forgotten, re-lived.
Odor of aging axles
Smell of eroded pivot points
Bolts and bearings and pins loosened
Spikes rusted and unreliable
Dirt encrusted hubs and springs and rods
As if you could feel the tension
Of speed and weight and time.
As if you could see it
Pitted and corroded
The joints worn loose
Clackety clack clack
A course spiked in steel and grit
Burnished shining rails of lives lived
Of lives joined
Mostly to be forgotten.
Every trestle shudders
Under its weight
Every curve and bend
Anxiety of derailment, disaster, catastrophe
Vibration inescapable, unending, enduring
Clack
Clackety-clack
Clack
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