Smokestacks        
    with a
conscience;
Never      
have
  I
seen  a  more
startlingsight.
The  bane  of
creation,      a
weapon      of
consumption,
The  sickle  of
This   broken
world.    The
smokestacks
atomize  and
scorch     and
gnash, machines of flesh, tools for Eris and destruction,
with flues left back from 75 years of decimation and sin.