A Forest

Cruising through Middlesbrough
mid December.

Passing the ICI chemical factory
which indiscriminately
pours untreated effluent
into the river
which gives it a home.

It's brightly lit
and looks
for all the world
like a forest
of ornate, illuminate
christmas trees.

Lining, defining
the banks
of the Tees.

The irony kills me.

poem by David E Golledge
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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