08/26: scrape dropped
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read
The emerald upholstery held up
in sun and shadow and in sacrifice;
we tipped our hats to try the mountains’ luck
and sallied down the supple, butter knife-
cut hills. We willed you to us, glad of heart
and fleet of foot, thorned fairy-land. You fill
our valleys with dark stoning streams, you part
our ways with high-piled rock, and willed
that we should follow where you trod,
that our obedience to god would not
obscure our blind obedience to sod
in all its form — rock solemn scrape-dropped
halfway down a babbling hill, stood upright,
directing pilgrims in the dark of night.
