Great cutting edge,indifferent to tissueGreat stamping mass,indifferent to the cry of crushed bones,Grant us your hardness:We would be as prompt to sufferAs you to inflict our suffering!Light flashes outfrom your whirling bladesHeads bow to the earthbefore your harvesting:Heads of grain, heads of men and women.Grant us your hardness and bright surface.Be with us in the hour of our processing.- Hymn to Steel: for 5 million human voices
-John Wain
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