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

Heart.

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.