The web of steel once stretched near and far,
Connecting every town to every city in every state.
Now humans commute by plane and by car.
The train receives no love anymore, only hate.
I was the last-born of 120 steel-skinned twins,
We were worked down to the iron bone.
But during the time when cars had tail-fins
One by one, we were scheduled to die alone.
I sat waiting for my time to finally come
in the railyard where I worked in two years before
The diesel taking me away slipped some
The shape I was in could not and would not adore.
Next thing I know I am in a thousand pieces
But not in the way I was contemplating
Someone is fixing me was my thesis
And soon I may once more be operating.
I feel a new fire in my belly
In fact, I feel a lot that is new
I am brought out of the shed by a man named Kevin Kelly
into the dark purple sky in the hour of morning dew.
You sure are lucky to be alive, Kevin Kelly did say
I thought of my brothers and sisters then and there
That is in the past, I told myself, think about today
That is when I saw the child with the long blond hair
Standing very close to me with her parents nearby
Her name was Janelle, and nobody looked up to her
I could see myself in each crystalline blue eye
That was when she put her hand in my coupler
Suddenly I feel like something more
She knows I’m the last one alive, but the others’ souls and hearts are not gone
I have been reborn as Number 4
But Janelle said, 1920, your story is the one that lives on.