The day the grass came
I’d climbed to the top of the world
Asphalt gas tip volcano’s crater of scum-covered tar
Sloping, slithering, down a solidified lake
To mini-gasometers squashed into rust
Squatting by scaffold bars wrenched into s’s and squirms,
Railway lines jaggedly mounting black air
Tangled with cranes crooked over the dangling chains
Clanking on corrugated huts swaying high
On their tracery mounting, clunking on piles
And piles of ladders climbing themselves to confusion …
Everything leading to nowhere …
Railway sleepers lie scattered …
Rotten sleepers lie scattered,
Slumped in the rusty dust.
Sleepers, waiting for what?
(my favourite paragraph starts with)
Most of the naked apes...
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