From “The Trains” by Judith Wright.

Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass
In a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder
Shaking the orchards, waking
The young from a dream, scattering like glass
The old men’s sleep; laying
A black trail over the still bloom of the orchards.
The trains go north with guns.

(Sort of fits in with the "war" theme, the train which is carting coal (ie, "black trail")



Steve Reich : Different Trains