Monday, April 27, 2015

Stone Cutter, Woman of Tin

There was one, then the other
From out of the clutter
An extraordinary
in less than ordinary
fashion of a lover
Of Science!
You utter
It’s my half-blooded brother
Grown in the incubator
Of my earth mother’s
My earth mother’s heart.
My earth mother’s lungs.
My earth mother’s lips.
This dip, this trip
Marooned with the lobsters
On a finals week ship
Where you can’t imagine
Your next of kin
A near win
When you’re wondering where to go
(Stone cutter, woman of tin)
Keep going.