I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
of the nation. Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people. (All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men
and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall
pass to ashes.) I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he
answers: "Omaha."
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