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8 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.

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.

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;