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A potted history of the British canal system in comparison to the human body. |
Through expelling networks of narrowed watery veins Carved deep into the earthy flesh Across towering aqueducts pulsated The hidden tunnels dug deep beneath the brawn The controlling rise and fall of durable substances flowed Supplying lifeblood to the hearts of industrial cities Pumping out through the arteries of this sceptered isle. Watery lifeblood soon ceased to flow Snaking paralleled networks of steel Scratching the very surface of the earthy skin Surgically gnawing at the cities' industrial hearts Watery arteries pumped no more The flesh wounded deep by the war torn atrocities of man The vein like watered graves soon drained Discarded by the decaying remnants of time Injected by the neglectful minds of those passing by. A trickle of watery hope flows through the now lifeless veins Cutting through the discarded rusty remnants of yesteryear Dredged by the celestial saviours' clawing hands Unclogging the decaying vessels of our industrialised heritage Restitching the wounds of the once infected scars Transporting new lifeblood The watery arteries pumped once more Durable substances no longer abound The leisurely pursuits doth flow. |