Railway of the Dead, City of the Dying

 Railway of the Dead, City of the Dying
 
 The London Necropolis Railway was founded in 1854
 to carry the dead far from a city too polluted with corpses.
 They expected many times more passengers than they got,
 and after 87 years the London station was bombed
 and the LNR gave up the ghost—Which ghost,
 having nowhere to haunt after the cemetery terminus
 was demolished, just kept on going across the ocean
 to Bangor, MI. And why not? Also founded in 1854,
 also failing to hold as many bodies as it needed to grow,
 where better than “Train City” (as the sign says,
 and if it doesn’t say “Here Lies” it doesn’t have to),
 a town whose miasma is not of death
 but of the local pickling plant, and perhaps  
 it is worse to keep death at bay when in so doing
 you lose what you sought to preserve.
 At least, so it was with us. One night, the ghost of the LNR
 careened through my dreams and I woke up screaming,
 and it seems, now, that I too am haunted.