Coal train derailing in slow motion
Falling off a trestle like a viper striking out at prey
And missing
The engine billowing smoke, the wheels spinning
Railcar after railcar pitching into the void
Chunks of coal falling like hail
Fireman was told to build up a good head of steam
The conductor was in no mood for going slow
Got both eyes on that last terminus
The driving wheels grabbed the rails
As the pistons churned in the cylinder blocks
The blastpipe played an angry tune
The brakeman yelled that there were no carrying wheels
To help the big locomotive through the turn
But the conductor wasn't having any of that
On the valley floor the train now rested
In a crumpled heap of mangled iron and human life
The conductor has arrived at everyone's final destination
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