Continuous Pour

Red lights in the western window Five hundred feet and counting The continuous pour Of 1975 or was it 76 Appearing over the hill top Like Kilroy Only still here The pipes bringith The pipes taketh away Gas in exchange for steam Steam in exchange for power Power in exchange For someone else's money While the left over smoke In exchange for clean air Blows up the chimney Workers voices Like Bill Baker (He was our neighbour In seventy one until he smoked his last) Echoed through the pipework Put together then Now slowly taken apart The only noise left A low hum Generated In some other place