His broken down body had enough
power left to leave the line of cars
in late January, enter the cold while
others sat in warmth listening to
WLS and waiting for the train to
pass. He didn’t; he met the train
at the bend and said, “Take me.”
It spit him into a thousand pieces;
rolled over what was left and came
to a screeching halt in much the
same way as those back at what
used to be called home did, too.