three chimneys always burning

the wheels constantly grinding and turning

three speechless sentinels looking down on the barren land

as the ghostly wind scatters the brown sand

 

 

 

three concrete bars

seen from afar

spewing their waste

in haste

 

 

three chimneys reaching to the sky

the circling crow cawed good-bye

 

 

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