Pacing to the end and back,
Or sitting huddled, drowsy, on the seats,
All dressed in black.
Their faces look pale and delicate like ivory;
Far off in the night,
Like the sinister eye of a wild beast,
Winks a green light.
So still, so still: a faint scream in the distance,
Then silence and the train
Crashes in, a golden horse, fiercely triumphant,