Industrial Plant, Pasadena, Texas
“As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.” H.D. Thoreau
“Teach me to love this prairie muscled over with man’s technology,”
I asked the man who claimed he had industry in his veins.
(I have seen a cricket scale a column still,
Bake dry and forget how to sing.
And I have seen anchored from sleeper to rail
The home of some long-starved spider who stayed in spite of herself.)
Teach me,” I asked him.
Help me remember who I am,” he replied.