He stokes the flames with Earth's blackened blood
To raise and turn his augers, forged to dig
Through fields and flats of salt and icy mud
At dusk, the workers walk the barren soil
Like ghouls between the gates of life and death
With onyx eyes they reap their endless toil
With Labor's lust they draw their dusty breath
But as the drills do spit the rocky heart
They've dredged from out the world's unmoving soul
Within each captive's most essential part
The steel of Progress carves a harrowed hole
To bring Destruction's manifested strife
From slumbering mistress to waking wife
-D. LaRocco, 2013
