Ian,


effectively descriptive of a sort of damned landscape.

I like that


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`The streetlamps and chimneys point at the sky
like minarets to a forgotten god.

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Hi ian.

You forgot the last line

"I'ts being so cheerful that keeps me going"


Of the gates to the back breaking factory?

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Mmm - lots to like in this piece Ian. Some of the sonics are just wonderful, right from the start:

A sky bleached like old bones
dug from damp earth on an autumn morning.

For me, it sometimes leans too far into the world of supernatural that you love to occupy, this for example:

Grotesque shadows disembowel before him,
letting loose the dizzy demons he keeps hidden.

BUT - then you have these lines which make it great again (for me, anyway):

And when those slow, heavy feet come down
the pavement shakes and dust drops from the clouds.


Interesting choice of structure - what inspired the couplets?

Title's ace too.

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