|
Ditches delved into the ground
Grow in lock-step lines around Our poor library, to sever It from every place whatever. Ditches, too, march up the plaza, Eating up whatever was u- Pon the ground, ’ere they were there. Trenches, trenches, everywhere! Workers! tractors! braces! noise! Concrete pipes and other toys! More equipment! More appears! To assault our eyes (and ears)! What the ditchers might be doing, What replacing, what renewing, What unearthing, who can know? Ask the folks who run the show. I would guess that all this movement Of the earth bodes some improvement In our plumbing, or connections — Some such technical corrections. Is it to improve the draining? Carry steam? No one’s explaining. Other reasons? I can’t say. Looks important, anyway! |
Ditch Diggers
from
Bibliotec(hnic)a : Poems,
Sep. 24, 2013.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
v. 3, no. 37, Oct. 7, 1994.
1st web edition posted 5/15/2014.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1994-2014 by
Brian Kunde.