Where emptiness once ruled
The towers now stand
where inertia lay
mills now rotate
The hills stand bemused
at the intruders
in their ancient
bogbound realm
A fast roadway is carved
where moorland once lay
in my slow ascent
of Meannan
Two dozen years
they'll stand there
idle
though turning
The wilderness's gone
reduced to tussocks
beside the roadway
to the windfarm
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