Ian Pople's engaging poems in Saving Spaces, touch on similar themes, though with a different emphasis:

A man as a locked bundle
of rods, a man's joints
welded eye sockets where fingertips
cheeks hollowed, stubbled
with swarf.

He continues, reflecting the maker can

Details are sharp and atmospheric, laced with natural images, as in Kissing Game:

A couple stand without kissing:
one folded in a dark duffle coat,
beside the gate, inside the drawn -
to collar; the other sees the sun
braid trees float show fox prints
at the edge of the snow...

to

...a town centre
that is settled on the earth.