Training Down
The Spinning Spine Of Nation
Tongues Of Steel
Barnstorming
Criss-Crossing
Disgorging
From Mouths Of Bridges
And On To Distant Limbs
Of Far Flung Places
Clinging Close To Rails
And Sinuous Habitations
Past Garden Ends
The Rotting Sheds
And Potted Shards
Of Busied Out Brightness
And Spent Enthusiasms
Crowded Out Of Life
And Left To Languish
In Unremarked Graves
Spotted Only
By Passing Trains
Spinning Down
The Spine Of Nation