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I wrote this poem after the demolition of Denny's factory nearly two years ago close to where I grow up. The factory had been there for many years and had provided employment for many local people including myself when I briefly worked there part time while at school.
The factory acted as a de-facto peace wall in a divided town. Its large industrial footprint physically separating two disparate and often desperate communities. A no-mans land where both sides of the community could go to work together but comfortably stay away from each other after.
The demolition of the site has also created a gap and many new vistas emerged offering new perspectives on a changing town.
By Patrick McCurdieI wrote this poem after the demolition of Denny's factory nearly two years ago close to where I grow up. The factory had been there for many years and had provided employment for many local people including myself when I briefly worked there part time while at school.
The factory acted as a de-facto peace wall in a divided town. Its large industrial footprint physically separating two disparate and often desperate communities. A no-mans land where both sides of the community could go to work together but comfortably stay away from each other after.
The demolition of the site has also created a gap and many new vistas emerged offering new perspectives on a changing town.