Then the apes came
And tore down the mountain
carried it all away
And burned burned burned it all
The smokes choked
Furnace belched coke
Cinders in heaps
Of this filth I’ll speak no more
And we end at forty ore,
Right on cue
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WOW. I can practically smell this piece…the burning, the choke of smoke. So well done.
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Oh wow! That’s so cool! Thank you!
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Reminds me of pictures of Pittsburgh in the heyday of steel. A hell on the Ohio.
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I liked how those who came and burned it all away were described as “apes”.
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Yes, your images are strong…including the sense of smell with all that burning, and I like how you count down to “forty ore.”
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Your images use every sense. Well done!
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Love the ambiguous title, evoking the smell of fumes and an image of the apes at the furnace amongst all the burning and smoke – great imagery and use of alliteration in the lines:
‘The smokes choked
Furnace belched coke
Cinders in heaps’
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The imagery is absolutely spot on!! Beautifully done 🙂
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This is like a page out of Bleak House… the image of the hungry kilns… a sad cue.
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I love how you began with “Then,” as if entering mid-story. Fantastic piece.
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My throat feels dry and my eyes sting at this cue!
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Dramatic!
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ouch…destruction…evocative writing.
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