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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STEEL MILL MEN, by JULIAN LEE RAYFORD First Line: The rails are shipped to peru, africa Last Line: Of steel mill smoke. Subject(s): Mills And Millers; Railroads; Steel; Railways; Trains | |||
The rails are shipped to Peru, Africa, England, India, Japan, Australia, and everywhere else that railroads run. And the men? ... In grease-caked overalls soaked with sweat, grimy faces shining in the blistering heat, Stumbling, blundering, muttering, cursing, faint, Afraid? Hell, no ... you get used to it. New men stop to look at a process, you can't help but look once in a while, The very beauty holds you, But it's fatal ... a wrench, anything might drop. Many a man's been jerked from danger by the seat of his pants. This was called the slaughter-pen once, Killed three hundred and sixty-five men one year, And "one a day" was its motto. But these men work on, with death at their fingertips. They look straight into the guts of hell, their gaze unflinching, their eyes are cool. The back-bone of Birmingham, the pot-bellied furnaces and tall red stacks like beer bottles glowing in the sky. And at night, when orange rolls in the west, The rainbow has not the glory of steel mill smoke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON WHAT WE DID TO WHAT WE WERE by PHILIP LEVINE BURYING GROUND BY THE TIES by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH WAY-STATION by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TWILIGHT TRAIN by EILEEN MYLES THE CAVEMAN ON THE TRAIN by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS COTTONMOUTH by JULIAN LEE RAYFORD |
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