The Demise of Didcot A
Throughout the Oxford countryside,
Ubiquitous. You cannot miss
That chimney or those cooling towers,
Dubbed “cloud machines” by local kids.
Fuelled by coal, this power station,
Condemned to death by Brussels Greens.
“Marmite” to a generation –
A love or hate industrial scene.
Iconic as the “dreaming spires”,
That is, if you ignore the wires
That droop from those gigantic towers,
Delivering to the nation, Power –
Two thousand megawatts, in fact.
The power to light two million homes
For two score years. The final act :
Disconnection. Demolition.
They’ll soon be gone – blown up, knocked down,
We’ll never see its like again;
Just memories now in Didcot town,
But do not mourn : less acid rain.
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