I am the smith,
I feed my melt-hot ash and carbon steely blades
* coulter and the moldboard staff
and break the clod in forest glades
In sultry peace and blood-raised anger I hammer out my forging trade
Lockheed Fokker,
Curtis Hawker,
Avro Blaster,
Hanley Page
Culper Rett,
Walter Mauser,
Springfield Ruger in a rage
Holland,
Holland,
Boston,
Purdy Wood,
Wirt Greener,
Golden Cage
Every atom of the arsenal forged in distant dying sun
In unholy trinity now lends new form to plow and gun
Harry S. and Oppenheimer,
Fermi,
tell her what have you done
And if they pray that he may guide us in his ways now battle's won
