If you listen carefully
her haunting howl reaches
your ears long before
she comes into view
graceful,
rhythmic,
powerful
she turns the curve,
her whistle mesmerizing,
freezes you in your tracks,
as she bears down
the ground beneath rumbles,
sends shockwaves up your legs,
through your groin,
shudders your heart
you are overrun, she is gone
crossties form your crucifix
as you await the inevitable end
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