Lead (Part 2)

Lead for a landscape left lunar by the spoil of century old workings to extract the stuff, lead for the dull call of distant guns on the far side of the moor, lead for a heart heavy with the week’s disappointments, lead for the light-sucking greyness of a sky so low you can reach up and touch it.

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