A Sickly Shade Poem by David Lacey

A Sickly Shade



Towers cooling bellow smoke into the purity of the skyline.
Tainting yellow, a sickly shade the skin of those fools
Who would dig a hole with the palms of their hands,
If only to find a spade.

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David Lacey

David Lacey

Middlesbrough
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