Power in America
The struck animal, blurred
By subsequent hours, lies
Upon the road, hunched fur
At night, drawn by the hum of power,
Then doubled into pain, sight smashed,
It caught the radicals of
Descending speed, their brilliance.
Or the boy in Dreiser’s novel,
That blind head, felled
By the big city hotel,
Its monolithic shine and scramble.
Even Crane, who tried to make
A shining steel structure of a bridge
Lead him out, caught by the brilliance
That kills, in America.
As at the movie’s close,
Man alone, against the wall,
Watches the lights move in,
The fugitive, hatless there.
And we, thrilled into our fear,
See the enormously wheeled clatter,
Glistening, never in error,
Rise to break his back.