Poetry Pick

PIPELINES

by Ed Woods
Ontario, Canada


this crisp morning is still life
as whispers of wind
sway tight prairie grass
sunrise clears darkness
illuminating rolling hills
and all too familiar outlines

movement starts and startles
as animals scurry about
like cannon fire this silence is broken
voices and noise compete
as engines roar to life
starting the hustle of work
digging equipment leaves a six-foot deep scar
in this virgin land
noise, dust, fumes, energy, and sweat
pour out until dusk as this work-train
fuses hollow steel together
in pursuit of more Energy

as dullness returns to our sky
tired serenity prevails
until tomorrow
when this cycle will continue
for a necessity of this resource
and human love of this work

From Tower Poetry, Vol. 52 #1


 

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