Yawning chimneys belch carcinogens from hell, <br />and heat melts the marrow in the bones of those <br />who stayed to tend this effigiy of a revolution. <br />But when the final pour is made and men draw their wages <br />for the last time, you'll hear the clapping of a single hand.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/newcastle-smelters/
