Ode to the Industrial Revolution


Beneath Satan’s iron-clad cranium…
Cyclops casts a doe-eye o’er
his immortal thousands,
who strive…
with dreadful hearts pumping,
and lungful furnaces,
hissing flames
in subterraneous arteries
and subcutaneous caverns…
snouts sap like drowning moles,
to satiate the infernal furnace with ancient coals;
doomed in airless gloom—let them delve!…