“Limited”

I am riding on a limited express, one

of the crack trains of the nation.

Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze

and dark air go fifteen all-steel coaches

holding a thousand people.

(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and

all the men and woman laughing in

the diners and sleepers shall pass to

ashes)

I ask a man in the smoker where he is

going and he answers: “Omaha.”

Carl Sandburg

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