Other poems:
Foundry Man
No 159
Who’ll Gimmie Mi a Job Nah
Our Canteen Ladies
Dinner Line
Lights Out
The Ice Cream Van Cometh
The Company Watch
A Little Ditty
A Tale to Tell

Phoenix by Alison Butler

Open unsullied meadows, changeable water flow,
These you would have seen here a hundred years ago.
Then an industrial animal made here its lair,
Exhaling with a fiery breath sparks into the air.
All things have their place in time, this phoenix life almost done,
Land in transition rebirth yet to come.