In metallic forests
Of the industrial hinterland
Foul stacks loom
And belch blue flares,
Orange aureoles radiate
From steel spires,
Stinking clouds mushroom
From smoking fires
In the poisonous laboratories
Of environmental Armageddon.
When the chemical onslaught is over,
Factories and chimneys will disappear.
Nature will return, filling the hollows
Formed by mining year on year,
Linking a chain of shallow dykes and meres.
Then a different skein of steam will escape
Across the vast ruins of cooling towers:
The bright smoke of swans,
A flock of lost angels, wild white flowers:
A token of Nature’s forgiveness for destroying her landscape.
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
Image found on www.rspb.org.uk