Train Wreck:

The rattle of the old steel wheels,
Battling for ground against the old steel rails.
They spin and they spin until the job is done.
Their existence is futile without their passengers
They kill and they carry, monsters of necessity.
There is no stopping this diesel beast.
You may lock its wheels or tear at its rails,
It shall proceed forward into your demise.
The shrill squeal of metal on metal pierces,
The night has fallen to chaos.
The crunch, the end of a life—we cannot look away—
A prayer of thanks that it was not I,
And my travels continue, I continue,
The train rolls on over the bridge and into the following towns.
The night falls back into itself.