14 Lucifer in Bradford

Mister! Where are you? the signs are about
Wherever you're hiding the stench oozes out
The chimneys are belching your sickening death
And the clouds are a black bitter sting on the breath

Old Nick is stirring with rancour and might
His fury igniting the dark winter night
The cumulus burning, its belly all red
Like a mirror reflecting the place of the dead

The earth is your heaven the sky is your hell
Thank God, the antithesis fares us so well
For Bradford, you're lovely, and under your grime
Shines a happiness; Lucifer's foil, for all time.

Sunday, 21st December, 1969