Here in the valley of idling engines! A sun of chromium steel filling the
streets with melted butter, and blue trucks beneath the pines run engines
on strange public works errands. Engine errands, knights-errant in dayglo
orange vests & hardhats. A tank of something — human blood? It's at the
foot of the skyscrapers...is it loading human bodies for transport to the
soylent green factory? They're pumping something to/from the parking
garage, the blue ribbed steel cylinder in the sun & shade.