11th
Deep within the pipework
a shout,
another yard of cable.
12th
Passing on the walkway
a nod,
a noiseless greeting
into the wind.
13th
A crane screams
and six tones
of chemical tank
are hoisted into the air.
14th
An oil can,
crude oil,
history,
running the world.
15th
Yesterday's work,
done today --
memories of a moment's silence.
16th
Somewhere in the dark
the horizon lies,
between these waves
and the moon.
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