In one immediate mass,
the powerful rippling of mobilized flesh
manhandles the heavy sledge into
a sailing ship,
irresistable in it’s heft
but shifting weightlessly in his socket fists
unto the collision point
In the Gigas’ grunt of the
industrial man,
does a voice apart not ring?
In the ugly metallic crash of
his gleaming hammer
is the promised prayer
of industry
Archive for January 28th, 2008
Foundryman’s Prayer
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The Storm
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Angry rain today
I shuffle in my shoes
soaked through with water
Unbroken and cold
we huddle down together;
howling of the wind
Canvas-covered sky
the light at bay behind it
unhurried painting
Saint
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Once I thought that I could move
but my bones were locked
in prayer
and my hands were all prostrate,
held up to the air
and so I bore that heft
as if I were a country
I heard you crying in my ear
calling me to sing just
like a bird
but my lips could not put forth
any of those words
so I took that [...]
Blues from a Roomful of Shadows
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Don’t the night look black
with your eyes crossed off
well, don’t this night look black
with your diamonds scratched off
honey I’ve never seen you this way
swear they nailed you to a cross!
Well my temper’s gotten sharp
you’re so tall tonight
oh, my temper’s gettin’ sharp
you’re acting tall tonight
well, you say you’ll leave with all your things
but baby, I’m alright!
Eighteen [...]
