. . . A blaze. Inside the iambs, buildings are rocking and liquid gold is bursting upward, then tumbling down. Green trees are twisting in convulsions, dripping sap—then only the black crosses of their skeletons remain. Then Prometheus appears (referring to us, of course): Suddenly, the fire in the machine, the steel, And the chaos, by the Law, were brought to heel. Everything was new and steeled: a steel sun, steel trees, steel people. Then suddenly some madman “the fire set free,” and again everyone perished . . .
