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Sawmill at the Greensboro Lumber Co., Greensboro, Georgia: photo by Jack Delano, June (?) 1941
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
It is not the effort nor the failure tires.
The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
It is not your system or clear sight that mills
Down small to the consequence a life requires;
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills
Of young dog blood gave but a month’s desires.
The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
It is the Chinese tombs and the slag hills
Usurp the soil, and not the soil retires.
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
Not to have fire is to be a skin that shrills.
The complete fire is death. From partial fires
The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
It is the poems you have lost, the ills
From missing dates, at which the heart expires.
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
Sawmill at the Greensboro Lumber Co., Greensboro, Georgia: photo by Jack Delano, June (?) 1941.
Sawmill at the Greensboro Lumber Co., Greensboro, Georgia: photo by Jack Delano, June (?) 1941.
Sawmill at the Greensboro Lumber Co., Greensboro, Georgia: photo by Jack Delano, June (?) 1941.
Sawmill at the Greensboro Lumber Co., Greensboro, Georgia: photo by Jack Delano, June (?) 1941.
Photos by Jack Delano from Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Collection, Library of Congress
