down between the railway tracksamidst the newts and the sticklebacksdead monuments to industrial mightgather shadowsdeep as nightin the kingdom of heavy rustwhere empires bloomedthen turned to dustthe bindlestiffsand feral typescome out to playin the dread of nightonly to fade away once morebefore the breaking daythere are ghoststhey boastin these old yardsin shallow gravesthat no-one guardswhere