Training day

Train rumbles on
With the inevitable song
Of the bumble bee hum
On the iron drums
That roll like bread pins
Upon the flat iron railings
They flatten as they go on
Their iron rumblings

And I see without despair
The green river running there
Like a serpent as a spare
Jade sea snake dragon
Like an ornament upon somebody's shelf
Where dynasties once dwelt
But now they are remembered
In old people's retirement homes