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SPELL OF THE STACK

825 feet guard cominate the city a landscape a Spell of fear fascination this column dictates regulates movement of ore pollution, life, birth, death its shadow engulfs those who live beyond the shafts smoke fingers beckon, titillate crush with vapour demons

This poem originally appeared in Between Beaver and Athapap: a Northern Anthology published by the Flin Flon Writers Guild

copyright 2002 by G. Walker-Hobbs. This poem may be not reproduced without written permission from the author.

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