The garlands of narcissi shone,
Amongst the regiments of steel.
From orange dust, in which they coughed:
Came building’s load, and railroad.
Just like the metal there was coal,
Which clogged the lungs, and coated souls,
And saturated hems and hopes
Of every waiting valley girl.
And from the margins built the calls,
Along the tunnels, from the slag,
Around the coke and winding sheds:
They sung the gallows, whispered war.
The patterns of despair were set
Across a Europe drowned in sweat.