Poem: ‘The Ghost of Marie Curie Works up a Chorus while Chatting to Enthusiasts at a Model Engine Rally in 2015’
Claire Crowther, 18 February 2016
All you men crouching by a nine-carriage train that’s stopped sauntering through the countryside, I know you dream that what you’ve made will move again. I know why you stay stooping
over cream and maroon livery when stock rolls out of Gorpeton Blymee. You are checking lost detail. You’ll remake exactly what you’ve made. Your trains are guarding,
circling, what was...