The Metal Jungle

The Metal Jungle It was a dull, bleak day,With  the refinery hiding in the mist. Lit up at night like fairyland-Disneyland on Forth. The burning waste gas, like a beacon,Reflected in the low cloud base-The sky was on fire. Frozen vapour columns from cooling towers,Hold up the winter sky. Towers and pipes everywhere,Like an upturned brush-And the eeriness of an empty chemical plant at night. William Ballantine