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A power-house
in the shape of
a red brick chair
90 feet high

on the seat of which
sit the figures
of two metal
stacks--aluminum--

commanding an area
of squalid shacks
side by side--
from one of which

buff smoke
streams while under
a grey sky
the other remains

passive today--

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