Not again

The train crossed the span against a great ruckus.
Miles before, we had thought of the coming bridge
When the train would stop greeting dancing poles
To enter sound, in cacophony of steel and sound.
The bridge would then disappear in a forgot sound
And the train would soon catch up with the world,
A victory of silence on sound, of sun on shadow.
But we knew there would soon be another clackety
Crossing of water and wind, more sound and fury.

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