Concreate Mixers
The poem:
The drivers are washing the concreate mixers;
Like elephant tenders they hose them down.
Tough gray-skinned monsters standing ponderous,
Elephant-bellied and elephant-nosed,
Standing in muck up to their wheel-caps,
Like rows of elephants, tail to trunk.
Their drivers perch on their backs like mahouts,
Sending the sprays of water up.
They rid the trunk-like trough of concrete,
Direct the spray to the buging sides,
Turn and start the monsters moving.
Concrete mixers
Move like elephants
Bellow like elephants
Spray like elephants
Concrete mixers are urban elephants,
Their trunks are raising a city.
In "Concrete Mixers," what seems to be the speaker's feeling about the concrete mixers?
A. She thinks they are an ugly eyesore in the city.
B. She thinks they are interesting and impressive.
C. She thinks they are mysterious and frightening.
D. She thinks they are boring and repetitous.
Is the answer B?
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