Three
The eastern brook is nameless. Through the Brooklands, it
cuts silently under the power station back to the River Tame.
The Tame was once a rainbow of industrial spices. It was flavoured with bright copper from James Bridge, leather from Walsall, coaldust from Wednesbury, and a medley of chemicals from Oldbury. It danced in different hues and when each brook bled into it, the colour told of where it came from. It formed the southern border, the uncrossable border.
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