Kemberton Pit, blackish spit Bring out the ghosts, bring out the dead Rip out the heart of Madeley Town And serve on a silver salver Developers gorge like carrion foul, Grimace and gurn, drool and scowl Something hidden has been disturbed Bulldozers levelling unperturbed An old woman curses and turns her head An echoed voice, "no choice" The ghosts will return from whence they have fled.