On the shores of Lake Ontario we built hell
And a skyway to see it from

There is no night here nor is there day
But a braided arm of coke fire reaching up, up

To shake down cancer from the clouds
A fine, particulate way to go

Breathe deeply, your unconscious participation
You must die so that others may live

60 storeys up and 60 kilometers away
Where snow remains white

Where a sightless horde
Of engineers and accountants

Shovel you unmarked
Into the blast

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