The Shipwright
Down in the shipyard, day and night,
The Galahads of the dock,
Hard as the sinews of basin rock,
Build an ocean cosmopolite.
The rivets stab and the hammers bite
Into the beams and plates of steel
Of the Diesel heart and the belly keel.
We,
The workers of the world strike catholic notes
On woods and irons, wring from brassy throats
Epics of industry.