Breast cataracts of seething, living action,
Tell of harnessing of power,
Of screech and scream,
Of whirr of wheels;
Of lightning’s use and speed;
Of clank and bang and whisp and twirl of rasp and plane and drill on rock and wood and metal.
For therein lies a ripe, rich, unwrit story;
And place the credit where the credit’s due.
Use freely, and without fear thy caustic pen,
Ruffle, ruthlessly pursue, dog and undo