Those dark satanic mills – undated

Those dark satanic mills

By Bonnie Meekums


Where are they now

Those bright young souls

Whose chatter filled the air

Whose bodies spilled onto the streets

When the whistle blew?

Friendships sealed with waves and kisses

As they single filed

Towards the bus

With heavy limbs and tired eyes

And a spring in their step

To take them home

For now, the mill stands empty

The deafening looms now


And lights that once shone all night long

Replaced by blackness

No blue plaque here

To mark their lives, their love, their laughter

Their hopes and tears

Only our memories

Fading fast


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