Haunch & Column

[Verse 1]
The Tinsley stack breathes out a plume of steam.
Last November's frost still on the beam.
I bring you the rust from our front gate key,
A quiet load this structure cannot be.

[Chorus]
Oh, concrete god, you hold the M1's weight,
Show me the fracture before it's too late.

[Verse 2]
The cold weld on the railing stings my palm,
A patina of particulates and calm.
She drew the curtains, left the coffee warm,
The silence has a calculated form.

[Spoken-word Interlude]
(A sampled, distant female voice, intimate and slightly frayed)
"You treat this flat like a diagram, Rowan. 'Don't move that.' It's not a blueprint, it's our home."

[Chorus]
Oh, concrete god, you hold the M1's weight,
Show me the fracture before it's too late.

[Bridge]
My father's dust is in this aggregate,
Every expansion joint, a silent debt.

[Outro]
The river Don reflects the sodium light,
Just dust and girders holding back the night.