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Smoke and Steel

The anthem learned by the steel is:
Do this or go hungry.
Look for our rust on a plow.
Listen to us in a threshing-engine razz.
Look at our job in the running wagon wheat.
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Fire and wind wash at the slag.
Box-cars, clocks, steam-shovels, churns, pistons, boilers, scissors—
Oh, the sleeping slag from the mountains, the slag-
heavy pig-iron will go down many roads.

Men will stab and shoot with it, and make butter and tunnel rivers, and mow hay in swaths, and slit hogs and skin beeves, and steer airplanes across North America, Europe, Asia, round the world.


Hacked from a hard rock country, broken and baked in mills and smelters, the rusty dust waits

Till the clean hard weave of its atoms cripples and blunts the drills chewing a hole in it.

The steel of its plinths and flanges is reckoned, O God, in one-millionth of an inch.

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Once when I saw the curves of fire, the rough scarf
women dancing,
Dancing out of the flues and smoke-stacks flying hair of fire, flying feet upside down;

Buckets and baskets of fire exploding and chortling, fire running wild out of the steady and fastened ovens;