Smokestacks
A poem
Over my shoulder I will always see you in gold and rust — in silver and coal while foul new smokes sculpt the bare dunes
Over my shoulder I will always see you in gold and rust — in silver and coal while foul new smokes sculpt the bare dunes
This is one of those special poems where you don't understand it on a logical level, but still understand it on a deeper level!
It was a pleasure to burn