if you've ever been to the black country (i worked there for a bit) you'd know how criminally the florid writing of your first stanza does not befit the place. lol. it's mostly just charred husks of former factory industry where the eventual residential areas boast butchers of the english language who keep the dumbing dampness of the old heavy smog on their tongues, it seems, for want of a better way to put it -- tbh the last bit is unfair the idiosyncrasies are mostly just displaced forms of antiquated english but sounds fucking bizarre to a modern ear. i liked some of your language, though. the mine and coal/revival of her own couplet stood out to me. thanks.
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