So fire runs in, runs out, runs somewhere else again,
And the bar of steel is a gun, a wheel, a nail, a shovel,
A rudder under the sea, a steering-gear in the sky ;
And always dark in the heart and through it,
Smoke and the blood of a man.
Pittsburg, Youngstown, Gary they make their steel with men. '
In the blood of men and the ink of chimneys
The smoke nights write their oaths :
Smoke into steel and blood into steel ;
Homestead, Braddock, Birmingham, they make their steel with men.
Smoke and blood is the mix of steel.
The birdmen drone
in the blue ; it is steel
a motor sings and zooms.
Steel barb-wire around The Works.
Steel guns in the holsters of the guards at the gates of
The Works.
Steel ore-boats bring the loads clawed from the earth by steel, lifted and lugged by arms of steel, sung on its way by the clanking clam-shells.
The runners now, the handlers now, are steel ; they dig
and clutch and haul; they hoist their automatic
knuckles from job to job; they are steel making steel.