railroad yard in San Jose br I wandered desolate br in front of a tank factory br and sat on a bench br near the switchman's shack. br br A flower lay on the hay on br the asphalt highway br --the dread hay flower br I thought--It had a br brittle black stem and br corolla of yellowish dirty br spikes like Jesus' inchlong br crown, and a soiled br dry center cotton tuft br like a used shaving brush br that's been lying under br the garage for a year. br br Yellow, yellow flower, and br flower of industry, br tough spiky ugly flower, br flower nonetheless, br with the form of the great yellow br Rose in your brain! br This is the flower of the World.