Terminal

Victorian love

Affair with industry turned

Where rust lies bleeding

The forgotten shed,

Buried beneath a landslide

Once Duke of the line

The slow-swaying joy

Of the fast track run right down,

Pulse of industry

Black locomotive

Clanking metal gears now still

Never change again

Red heart now silent

Veins of coal collapsed below

Weight of history

Desolation row

For blackened hulks, no longer

Fit for grand days out

Now rust weaves its song

All around the engine, sad

Red garland of death

Moss passengers ride

Shotgun on the funnel, steam

Blocked by greenery

Death and the maiden

Dance around the old cabin

Flack feasting on black

Wheels no longer sing

Soprano duets with the

Carriages, for love