Why I like industry in rural locations
From Planet 239
A Poem by Robert Lacey
O olwg hagrwch cynnydd
Ar wyneb trist y gwaith.
Mae bro rhwng môr a mynydd
Heb arni staen na chraith...1
You can’t drive by my perimeter fence
without an abrupt ‘for fuck’s sake’ – but I was allowed.
I met all the planning regulations.
