all the king's men

What is a trussel realy, but a bridge-one giant span that can bear the weight of a train. I long to be able to reach as far as this metal being can stretch its arms. It is folded into the hillsides of San Luis like you are folded into my heart. Can you hear the train coming as the creatures begin to stir? It cuts across the landscape like a knife. But who will eat the fragments which remain? Taste the fragmentation, invasive species, and topsoil erosion; What a feast! All the king's horses and all the king's men do no eat as well as this.