Trilogy: Part One

Part of a larger poem I'm currently writing, seems good as a stand alone though.

Slice the ridged horns of home, industrial beast,

Split the river, drain the feast.

Jasper engine roars, hollows heaven spitting thunder;

Stirs stone, stamps stone, tears asunder

Culled plunder. Nemean steel tempered by iron

Waters glissading glimmering sun - 

Galvanizing the mechanical maw,

Greasing the leather tongue, red-raw

Throat, growling pit - belly of the beast eat

Flailing fuel, coal stampede. Deplete 

The Savannah mines and spade

Dusty earth with heavy blade.

Fire and thew forge apathetic wrath,

Look not on its beauty, tread far from its path.

Author's Note

General comments will be helpful, but I might not take some comments into consideration as it is meant to be a larger poem. Also glissading should be interpreted from its original french 'glisser' meaning to slide, not from the activity of descending a steep slope via feet/buttocks and an ice pick.

Reviews

[Fenix Flight]

Love the image this paints in my mind. well done

[Joshua Rawlins]

What image was that? :)