Brickyard stacks, fired by old coal slack
Cracks for through to wander
Chimneyed yards, prison guards, no turning back
Closed doors, wardens to close the conscience
Over out over the courtyard, marching unconscious
Prepare to sleep, to keep reaping their subconscious
Consigned, resigned to reflective sociology
Rote, rote together rote, rote on into my mythology
Stealing out over the exercise yard
Escape routes for to ponder longer
