The Metal Jungle
It was a dull, bleak day,
With the refinery hiding in the mist.
Lit up at night like fairyland-
Disneyland on Forth.
The burning waste gas, like a beacon,
Reflected in the low cloud base-
The sky was on fire.
Frozen vapour columns from cooling towers,
Hold up the winter sky.
Towers and pipes everywhere,
Like an upturned brush-
And the eeriness of an empty chemical plant at night.
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