Refugio Mine, Northern Mexico
  DRUNK and senseless in his place,
  Prone and sprawling on his face,
More like brute than any man
      Alive or dead,—
  By his great pump out of gear,
  Lay the peon engineer,
  Waking only just to hear,
      Overhead,
  Angry tones that called his name,
  Oaths and cries of bitter...