I used to live near the train
It would come rattling in the darkness
like a wall, like a walking sledgehammer
like a guest knock knock knocking
with the slowness and inevitability of a flood
a steel flood
an iron ghost
flooding the room
shafts of light marching through the darkness
where to? who knows
always marching along
but you would never guess it was there
the grass by the tracks was somehow matted with dew
in the morning as if fairies had
come