There is no exception to the rule

Return to the steelworks now and

billow smoke around the town

The grind and the groan

The colossal moan

the residual dust

I am the shadow of that thing you saw

Rise from the reservoir with gills and claws

Romantic China’s dead and gone

Drowned in the glow and the neon hum

And dusk

Your half-light shimmers

A silhouette in the window