Iron Range

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Iron Range

men dig by wax for red rock
planting steel shafts
grinding ore grinding more
giant tires roll
moving loads
along spreading terraces roads
shadows grow
day comes
they dig in sun
the vein exhausted

a new range is ripped
men will sacrifice limbs in the machinery
spilling back
buried alive
to be ore again
while every moon
sisters daughters wives
mother bleeds

Dreaming of driving

falling tread

Dreaming of driving

down a frozen hill
the back end is slipping
there are cars in the right lane
no brake only passing
the tons steep their way
a narrow rail gauntlet is the bridge below
dreaming of driving instead of driving and dreaming
momentum over pavement too cold for salt white lines asleep
the Kenworth is in its highest gear
a golden heart is going low past the hills
spinning treads against the ice
no brake only passing

Singing to Death

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She is barely breathing

eyes shut chasing breath

holding a grip

exhale a step up Everest

thin skin long hair

a patient presence

stares

to the ground floor to the body on the bed

a sweet song emerges from her nephews throat

standing at her feet

she is suffocating he keeps singing

gasping fluid gurgles a grueling ordeal to die

sweet song sounds

 slow rising hours have passed

he goes to shave his face

the nurse leaves the room to let him know she is safe

singing to death

Always nursing love

mother and sprit

We saw the mother collapsed
on her side in a ditch along the path
still breathing her coat was the color of a full silver grey moon
her eyes were wide open misery
we came back and tried to get her up
we pulled we lifted
she kicked
the swarm of flies on her back could lift her
a bullet finally let her go
her body was moved to an open field
as we were leaving a calf could be seen laying next to her
looking to nurse and keeping the buzzards at bay
a cowboy came with his truck and weaned the calf away
so many times I have eaten you and drank you and worn your skin
mother cow you have given and given and given again
forgive me for the times I dismissed your blessings and your wails 
Oh Mother Earth shining with the moon let me heed your cry
let my drum beat soothe you
from core to crust to sky  
you are what cradles us
soils oceans rains rivers our blood
your compassion always nursing  love

Make her home

stair shadow pipes
When the pipes leak
the water has its way with the wood
cold tears in the kitchen
there is a medicine mirror
reflecting the humidifier hum
and the mops slosh
the piano waits for hands to tune and tickle its keys
on another floor
to sing again in this house where children were raised
to play with the bang of hammers
the whisper of rollers spreading new paint
dance shoes and little running feet
the knock knock of trick or treat
lovers in the moon light cheek against cheek
play again play again
sleep her
wake her
make her
home

Rooted naked in the grass

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watching children get on the bus
feeling little crawlers poking roots
planted for a while
there is not mulch to do
a nest needs scratching
let the wind take care of it
the sharp pruning against the sap
pushing up sidewalks how about the 73 Buick
she gave a kiss one night
a bolt riding on rubber
came to say hello
 the fruit dropped at once she was smashed
we were wrapped up fermenting and pulled apart
rooted naked in the grass