Buffeted by Fire Darts, Matters Not
Feel the Righteous Fell Swoop Of God,
No Sword Unforged, All Souls Counted For
when All is Lost, All is Found, Alas Heavens Galore
Rollin Forth like Steel, In Zeal Esque like Coats Of Arms
In Shields, like Cavaliers, we Illumine like Stars
No Tip to Cold, Emblazoned by the Light
A Blade so Just, so to a T, So Bright
Ever - Ablaze
the Faith, it Shines like Solar Rays
Into the Nights like Knights of Ancient Days
with Courage, and Valor, and Ankhs and Sage
Upwards into the Golden Cathedral where Hosanna Dwells
through the Pillars of Jerusalem, past the Valleys of Hell
Upstanding by the Ideal, Israel Rises Above Vicissitudes
where Victory is Acquired, and the Sword turns Absolute
Platform breezes,
spitting rain,
red brick station,
vintage train.
Take a seat,
relax with ease.
Conductor's voice,
'Your tickets please'
Time to leave,
the whistles cry,
release of brakes,
hydraulic sigh.
Boiler stoked,
the pressure's high,
clouds of steam
feed hazy sky.
Pace increases,
prospects vast,
golden sun,
then shadows cast.
Tunnel vision,
fortunes passed,
speed illusion,
double fast.
Transport systems
side by side,
railways clatter,
waters glide.
Broken buildings
all but hide
industries that
sadly died.
Sleeping coalmines,
unforged steel,
stillness grips
the potter's wheel.
Once fired kilns
no more anneal.
Unemployment
fears turn real.
Dereliction,
overgrown.
Shattered lifestyles,
hope unsown.
City's future
lies unknown.
Lives to whet
on worn out stone.
Climb aboard the yester-train
to days of work, then back again.
S.Tideswell 2nd May 2009
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