They saw the beast and not the man,
Forever circling: hooves and feet.
And lowered down and round and deep
They heard the moans and not the grief.
They sucked the poisons from below,
The core of earth, the heart of rock,
The seams of endless, twisting stone.
They opened sluices, stoked the fires.
They built their world to last through time
On lungs of arsenic, fields of lead.
And in the galleries, banks and schools
They built their wall around the dead.
But now within the maze of mines,
The beast and man as one arise.