View Full Version : The Secret of the Machines.

12-15-2008, 04:37 PM
Okay, I have to memorize a poem by Thursday for some stupid contest. I chose this, I didn't write it.

So far I've memorized, I'm not using a source:

We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine
we were melted in the furnace and the pit
we were cast and wrought and hammered to design
we were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit
some water, coal, and oil is all we ask
and a thousandth or an inch to give us play
and now if you will set us to our task
we will serve you four and twenty hours a day

we can pull and haul and push and lift and drive
we can print and plough and weave and heat and light
we can run and race and swim and fly and dive
we can see and hear and count and read and write

would you call a friend, from half across the world?
well if you'll let us have his name and town and state
you will see and hear your crackling question hurled
across the arch of heaven while you wait
has he answered? does he need you at his side?
you can start this very evening if you choose
take the western ocean in the stride
of seventy thousand horses and some screws!

the boat-express is waiting your command,
you will find the Mauritania at the quay
till the captain turns the lever 'neath his hand,
and the monstrous nine-decked city goes to sea

Do you wish to make the mountains bare their head?
and lay their new-cut forests at your feet?
Do you want to turn a river in it's bed?
or plant a barren wilderness with wheat?
Shall we pipe aloft and bring you water down? (Best like in the sentence, say it out-loud)
from the never-failing cisterns of the snows?
to work the mills and tramways in your town?
and irrigate your orchards as it flows?

It is easy! Give us dynamite and drills
watch the iron-shouldered rocks lie down and quake
as the thirsty desert-level floods and fills
and the valley we have dammed becomes a lake

But remember, please, the law by which we live
we are not built to comprehend a lie,
we can neither love nor pity nor forgive
if you make a slip in handling us you die!
We are greater than the peoples or the kings
be humble as you crawl beneath our rods (teehee)
our touch can alter all created things
we are everything on earth - except the gods!

Last stanza - will memorize tomorrow:
Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes,
It will vanish and the stars will shine again,
Because, for all our power and weight and size,
We are nothing more than children of your brain!