wrestlers among the trestles. it’s a club.
you wouldn’t understand. you ain’t invited.
too soft. plus, you won’t wear the leotard
(gear is very important to us)
or the knee pads or elbow
pads. and when the train comes howling
from the west, crossing like a demon
above us, why,
you’d go scared. so, no,
you ain’t getting a secret password
and you’ll never know what time we
strip and fight
under the Manchac bridge
among the trestles.