My gas-stained hands touch her steel,
and for a moment all the world seems unemployed.
(I stand in a hole reamed out by greedy oresmen,
and silently wait for their own untimely closings.)
My gas-stained hands touch her steel,
and for a moment all the world seems unemployed.
(I stand in a hole reamed out by greedy oresmen,
and silently wait for their own untimely closings.)