Pseudoaluminium And The Big Plans Poem by Anatoly Kudryavitsky

The bigger the house, the smaller the occupants. The same goes for the devil: in huts, he used to oust the inhabitants, while in skyscrapers he can humble himself into a snuff-box.
The devil gradually loses prestige. His dung, however, still ornaments the fields. They send students to investigate this red clay. They hope it contains plenty of pseudoaluminium, the raw material of super-high-speed bombers and portrait frames.