Smoke and steel Author:Carl Sandburg Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: GALOOTS Galoots, you hairy, hankering, Snousle on the bones you eat, chew at the gristle and lick the last of it. Grab off the bones in the paws of othe... more »r galoots—hook your claws in their sleazy mouths—snap and run. If long-necks sit on their rumps and sing wild cries to the winter moon, chasing their tails to the flickers of foolish stars ... let 'em howl. Galoots fat with too much, galoots lean with too little, galoot millions and millions, snousle and snicker on, plug your exhausts, hunt your snacks of fat and lean, grab off yours. CRABAPPLE BLOSSOMS Somebody's little girl—how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now. Somebody's little girl—she played once under a crab- apple tree in June and the blossoms fell on the dark hair. It was somewhere on the Erie line and the town was Salamanca or Painted Post or Horse's Head. And out of her hair she shook the blossoms and went into the house and her mother washed her face and her mother had an ache in her heart at a rebel voice, " I don't want to." Somebody's little girl—forty little girls of somebodies splashed in red tights forming horseshoes, arches, pyramids—forty little show girls, ponies, squabs. How easy a sob story over who she once was and who she is now—and how the crabapple blossoms fell on her dark hair in June. Let the lights of Broadway spangle and splatter—and the taxis hustle the crowds away when the show is over and the street goes dark. Let the girls wash off the paint and go for their midnight sandwiches—let 'em dream in the morning sun, late in the morning, long after the morning papers and the milk wagons— Let 'em dream long as they want to . . .of June somewhere on the Erie line . . . and crabapple blossoms. REAL ESTATE NEWS A...« less