is the complaisant metal
the poisoner of the poor
the roofer of the rich
the liner of coffins and sarcophagi
the metal of death.
The lead in your pencil
however
is graphite, a form of carbon
(much softer than diamond)
the element which made us
and the whole living world as well,
and which naturally
ignores us
and our helium heaven,
our carbonic-sulphurous hell.
1 comment:
Love this poem, dear Anthony. It's very warm.
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