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Factories are crude and ugly places
Even at best, and most of them are filled,
With belts and shafts, machinery that races.
And men with heavy hands and grimy faces,
And noise, noise!
noise that is ever spilled
Upon the air like molten, white hot steel
So fierce it is; noise that is ground and shrilled.
Pounded and shrieked and hummed.
Clattered and drummed
Noise of the furnace and the hammer, squeal
Of monster planners, crunch of giant shears,​

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thanku soo much for this poem on factories....I hope it would be helpful to us in future