Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 CSX 8888

In Ohio, two thousand one,

I was the engineer alone

On a freight train in a short run

Within the yard from zone to zone.

Forty seven cars and two had

Toxic chemicals moving slow.

A switch I saw looked to be bad.

When I jumped off, the brakes did go.

I jumped back on, the train gained speed,

And was off to runaway fate.

Others stopped it, lucky indeed

For CSX quadruple eight.

At fault for this error I be,

But CSX never named me.