by Geoff Baker
We burned and shuddered steady on like sleek metallic shells of heated sheets and rivets, numbed around the edges, through the steelblack midnight shadows. And every breath that we let go was coal-burn smoke, stacked up and hot from underneath our hoods in clouds of steam, of locomotive respiration. And I talked around, about everything, and took you home, moved you, through the night, safe & sound, at a hundred iron miles an hour.
