Blast-furnaces and gasometers, yards
Of bulky timber-joists and refuse-heaps,
Pitch, cataclysmic mounds of dross and slag,
Deep yawning pits, the seething pores of Hell,
Slim towers of factories, vertiginous,
Soul-traps to vitiate and brutalize,
To mould men bitter and recalcitrant ...
The foul miasma of this atmosphere
Confabulate in retching multitudes.
In tension rapt, awaiting holocausts;