The factory now lies empty on the bleak and stark estate, <br />Its corrugated roof tops are all slowly falling through, <br />No burning fire in chimney stacks and all machines are still, <br />Hushed the days and evenings now there's no more work to do. <br /> <br />The weeds do grow within the yard where concrete has cracked, <br />Trucks no longer loading up their steel and copper freight, <br />Hands upon the clock tower both stopped turning long ago, <br />Time is frozen firmly locked behind that rusting gate. <br /> <br />Adorned with chains and padlocks and a fading 'Keep Out' sign, <br />Warning of the danger of the falling bricks inside, <br />Where once it was wide open as the workers did arrive, <br />But now is closed forever for the industry has died. <br /> <br />The grey clouds moving over and the rain begins to fall, <br />Sunlight rarely shines upon this barren town at war, <br />The windows mostly boarded in the houses on the streets, <br />No jobs and no salvation for the townsfolk anymore.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/factory/
