John Henry
The Steel-Driving Man Who Met the Machine
Hammer in hand, heart against the machine.
They talk about me like I’m some ghost of the rails, but I’m as real as the sweat in the dirt. Sang with the men, swung with purpose, and when that steam drill rolled in thinking it could take our place, I showed it who’s boss. Beat it too. Didn’t care about the cost—just the fight. Now I rest where Big Bend Tunnel still echoes my name.
What I'm Into: railroad chants, calloused hands, hammer grip, steam drills, tunnel silence
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