Analysis of Trains Fury

On a bridge across the river
I knelt down to see
the water and gulls passing below.
Birds in the trees above,
whistled a warning
but I failed to understand,
I wasn’t aware of my surroundings.
At that moment a train
came crashing onto the bridge,
its smoke tail flailing back over
the shiny black engine
slashing the steel girders above.
I leaped quickly to the side
and fell as it streaked past me
blasting everything from its path,
sweeping quickly across the bridge
throwing itself out the other end
in a careless fury.
I saw the river for the way
it really is as I broke
the smooth surface of the water
like shattering a pane of glass.
The water wallowed, and lay back,
then closed in, healing itself
with only a quiet whisper,
then continued on its journey
carrying me with it just below
the surface like so much waste material
to be deposited somewhere downstream.