ALMALGAMATE
And at the mineshaft the
men were gathering agate.
I never got the connection,
If any. My mind was onto
other things by then : items
of no less import. I watched
the smashing crane bring
down its force on rock. I
watched trees fall. Thinking
of little but silence, for which
I divinely wished.
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What to do but shrug. There
is no rare, Shakespearean mass
for me to plug; bringing down
rain from skies on high; metal
fragments, maybe, from Heaven.
Some get the gist, some don't.
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