Angel of the North

Coal trucks rumbled beneath your feet
firing the rivers of V prepped tubes,
The sweat stained bowler hats of revolution
slipped away from our crown,
rotting now in derelict film sets,
behind rusty chained gates.

As apples came to eat us
we stood firm of Iron and steel,
You forged the nine orders blowing
silicone on the wind to lift our heels.
We sent ourselves in data streams
to fly with fear and dream the hope
of true belief.