fuse the men together
from junkyard parts and send them out
the smoking heaps
the steam and diesel
grease and grind of gears
pound and clang of pistons pump
howl of rust and fire to
drag themselves across the earth
the moan of metal lurching
towards tommorrow

they must never come to rest
static is the end
dustpiles and back to scrap
scrap to build more
and we are always building more

the cranes are
miles high
tearing holes in the clouds
and we are always building more