Aisles of stone along the river
Fed tall incestuous mills
With innocent blood and talent
In tamed pastures of England’s glory.
Selfless surrender of joy and pride
Bread, butter, beer and sweat
Casually awaken plastic dreams
Watered down metal pain
Fractured spikes of wooden bones
In hung-over dark junk yards
Selfless flowers of art spring
Organic rot of Northern progress
Copyright © 2012. Tony Martin-Woods (A.M.A)
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