In between
an angel and her land
is a question;
a question of reflection or deflection.
Does the industrial goddess
reflect or deflect
her peoples own narratives?
Do they bow
before the rusting angel
of rusting angels
in awe or in indifference?
Are steel wings a sense of self-esteem
coated in neighbourly efficacy?
Or, does she mark a territory
and draw a line from alien?
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