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