25-4
A commuter train, two stories tall,
Rumbles down the railroad track.
Its lights probing the darkness ahead
For anyone hit would surely be dead.
The Doppler Effect pushes and pulls
Darkly the Fee Fi Fo Fum
Carried upon the clack, clack clacking rhythm
Switches and direction determined by Englishmen
In the1800’s along this American right of way.
The engine like a metal Moby Dick
A three-dimensional vector - rectilinear, massive
An eighth of a mile long - metal, glass light impassive.
The lamps in front are not eyes
The bell and horn are not a voice
The fool who rushes in front
Leaves the metal Moby Dick no choice
With the instinct of physics
Propelling the impassive metal along
The foolish pedestrian
Will be crushed beyond recognition.
Or thrown over the English switches
As if gnawed by a giant bellowing
Fee Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood of an American.
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