I still walk through the sticky goo,
A pallid apparition meandering
Around the old rail yards,
Where the decrepit tank blew!

We all knew that one day she would

The metal creaked and groaned,
Laden with the dark sticky liquid
Oozing through the cracks
And She eventually erupted.

Ripping apart at the seams,
The ground shook violently
God! Alls I can remember is ...
Bam bam bam bam bam,
As the rusting rivets popped
And sprayed like bullets in the street

A colossal tide of molasses surged
And Smashed through the docks,
Splintering the houses around,
Devastating the entire North End!

I remember the gushing sludge
Millions of gallons on the run,
Ensuing like a sugary hound,
Collecting morbid souvenirs
I still get a whiff of it, now and then

Buckled train tracks,
Mangled steel, horrific screams
Of people trapped and crushed,
Victims of the black flood

I had little time to react,
Panicking chest-high in the muck
The intense aroma choked my lungs,
caramel, phenol, resinous and hay

I struggled for minutes in vain
But it finally snubbed out my life!
My soul floated effortlessly above
As I watched the mayhem below

When the rescue crews arrived
They struggled to clean the mess
It took months to salvage
Glazed bodies entombed in syrup

I walk among the sticky footprints
I haunt the foggy docks
Thomas Noonan, aged forty three
You may read of me in the newsprint

In the year of our lord, 1919

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Action, pace, excitement, history - great ...

Thanks Dermott! It's frightening to think that this actually happened!

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