Spillers Mill

Spiller’s Mill

Cycling past Spillers Mill the honeycombed

Structure once so full of flour and air is now a

Heap of rubble the machines crawl on

For improved purchase. The steel reinforcing

Hangs in the air at the edges of the torn

Down building the ground damp with dust.

What could be more than the

Twisting steel and the chunks of broken

Concrete hanging in the air like so many

Nodes on a circuit breaker. The engine of

Change becomes the pecker on the end

Of a big machine, working at the internal

Logic of a system that has no fault lines

And has to be torn out from the inside.

The rational machine. The irrationality

Of the thinking that says that nothing

Stays forever. Things do, the dust

Falling through the air, clouding.