Monday, December 16, 2013

metallurgist

metallurgist
after the first day
i learned
to work in truths as others
        work in metal;
under great
duress, purity won
by heat seething in
reprieve

repeat

even
shod in denial to
tear the living (soil) from
       the earth with each
step toward you my feet
        ache so

     stones in
the path cut

i, just,
have nothing
         left to give,
returned,
               taking

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