And so the day it steams from one thing to another,
with locomotive pistons pounding out the beat
with locomotive breath that labours up the steep inclines
with sparks that fly from screeching metal when we must descend.
And does this never end?
Where is the hand that holds the magic wand
the hand that holds the power to say,
Silence drops down like a ten ton weight.
Silence smashes everything -
a meteor destroyed the dinosaurs.
So now, machines lie broken, all in pieces,
returned to metal shards that soon will disappear,
or washed into the sea, will sink below the waves
and heedless sand will grind it all in time,
the land embraces all and in the end,
God will prevail, of course.
SFX February 2012