Stephen Crane

(November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900 / New Jersey)

Many Workmen - Poem by Stephen Crane

Many workmen
Built a huge ball of masonry
Upon a mountain-top.
Then they went to the valley below,
And turned to behold their work.
"It is grand," they said;
They loved the thing.

Of a sudden, it moved:
It came upon them swiftly;
It crushed them all to blood.
But some had opportunity to squeal.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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