The Butte Valley Reservoir
has held a murky secret
since the spillway was built,
1923.
PG & E has found new faults
And under the hue & cry
Of protestant fisherman
Drained the lake for reconstruction.
On the muddy bottom is revealed
An old locomotive,
Steam Line Type A
Apparently pushed into the hole
When its dam work was completed,
The stories about her dispensed and forgotten.
“It probably cost more to move her
Than just abandon it”
Says a PG&E spokesman.
70 years of blowing snow
alternating with star-waver,
your grave was no grave at all,
you sing blue transcendence to us-
“ the local museum plans to restore it
and built a tourist attraction…”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem