GOCOLOCO
It wheezes, grunts and snorts its nose
It trundles: - its belly tightly under
It spins its legs by the hundreds
Foot-stepping thuds to thunder.
Its back - hard iron and shiny
Its head: - smooth steel and sheer
Its tail curves back along its track
In a roar - a sizing up of fear.
One great eye stares head-on far,
straight as a wild rhino, tearing;
Its broad brow glows like a star
Its Horn lowering in glory.
It comes at speed and pouncing
It shakes the ground it gains
Stones and rails go bouncing
For the train.
1994 © Wayne David Knoll
(written after a Bendigo Line steam train went through)
Malmsbury, Victoria
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