TRAINYARD AT NIGHT
TH UN DER TH UN DER
the huge bold blasts black
hiss insists upon hissing insists
on insisting on hissing hiss
his s sss ss sss sss ssss s
ss sssss ssss
when whoosh!
the sharp scrap making its fourth lap
with a lot of rattletrap
and slap rap and crap —
I listen in time to hearing coming on
the great Limited
it rolls scrolls of fold of fold
like one traditionally old
coldly, meanwhile hiss hiss
hiss insists upon hissing insists
on insisting on hissing hiss
his s ss ss sss sss s
sss s s
s
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Russell Atkins
World'd Too Much
The Selected Poetry
CSU, 2019
