Train-slow Adagio

Founding fathers dream of rotting rafters
Autumn, the abyss and then the hereafter
Hoisten up my sleeves friend, inmate get my collar
The voice above a glade cracks like a hundred thunder

Leykin, what d'you call it when a dead-end siding,
bifurcates at points like forked lightning?
Beyond the river a hamlet, hear me no Shapiro
there the combine harvests all the former heroes

Distant sleeperless tracks where rust is 'pon the iron
Sombre sub-station, a kettle made of copper
Fore the train pulls out, I pray you - give me water