The many sectioned snake
crawls through again,
gates drop down,
lights of warning flash,
cars wait in long line,
as snake slithers past.
Closer now, I am wary,
lest it jump its track
and strike my way,
for its bite is lethal
from venemous fangs of steel.
Right there in front,
I walk in its direction,
yet I hear nothing of its hissing
from ahead,
the sound coming from my right,
bouncing off mountains
as its head moves into the valley.
Its low belly skims the ground,
spitting sparks of heated anger
rumbling earth with traveling hunger
as it feeds on rails swallowing them
like rodents.
I watch as it passes,
then coils
into the distance.