Hauling Porter.

by Dave

A whistle and rattle at 4:10am.
Freight train on the coast route
for Belfast,
the last freighter hauling pipes
and porter. 

The click and clack of tracks,
wild west images, cactus
and tumbleweed on the stretch
between Malahide and Skerries

A star shoots straight up
from a purple line.
The sea reflecting burning engines.
Hissing steam, salt and
perspiration.

Diesel roars and pours power
to the big blower. Speed a steady
fifty on the mainline.
Express passenger train ahead
and on time.

The engineer lets the brake off
on the long stretch to Dundalk.
Hauling porter and pipes.
The 4:10am freighter is gone.

– Dave Kavanagh

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