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Walking Man Rodin
A Study of Industrial Decay
THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN
LEGS hold a torso away from the
earth.
And a regular high poem of legs
is here.
Powers of bone and cord raise a
belly and lungs
Out of ooze and over the loam
where eyes look and ears hear
And arms have a chance to
hammer and shoot and run
motors.
You make us
Proud of our legs, old man.
And you left off the head here,
The skull found always
crumbling neighbor of the
ankles.
- Carl Sandburg
