A poem I wrote about leaving Sheffield my home town at the age of 19 I couldn't understand why the train left at a minute past midnight until a 100 Steel whistles blew for the shift change at midnight then I knew, I looked back towards the east end to a scene from Hell another Industrial Revolution the steel City seemed bathed in fire at a minute past midnight the platform guard blew his whistle and I never looked back.
Now we're all looking forward towards another technological revolution
---
Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ravenheart/message
