The Iron Pulse

The lattice work of rusted beams holds up a sky stripped of stars, where vapor hisses from split seams and diesel pools around the cars.

Concrete arteries begin to choke beneath the weight of passing tread, a steady rhythm wrapped in smoke to keep the restless engine fed.

We watch the sparks jump from the rail, a sudden arc of blinding white, as iron veins begin to fail and bleed against the cooling night.