Horsepower
When the ground beneath his feet stopped shaking, the steam cleared, and quiet returned, the priest at the top of the railway cutting resumed work: burying Lizzie Grace. Lizzie’s sister, Nell, comforting Bill Grace and his daughter, felt the vertigo of age when she looked into the grave. It was 1918 – the fourth year of Death and War; there was Famine; but it was Pestilence that got Lizzie: Spanish Flu.
a tiny germ killed her?
what did it
do that for?
Nell married Bill and had two daughters; one of them my mother. Grandad delivered ice. He was given a truck to replace the horse and cart. Diesel goods trains interrupted his burial, in the same grave as Lizzie, 40 years on. The trains were loud and frightening, and I thought that the walls would cave in.
Child at the grave
immortality is such a
brief illusion
In 1969 Nan said to me, ‘they hadn’t flown when I was born’, while we watched men ride a Saturn V rocket to the moon. Soon after that, 15 years a widow, Nan followed her sister and their husband into that grave. It was an electric train that day. It whistled and
the whole world shook.
swirls his tea-pot so
I saw his great-great-grandma
do that long ago.