Old Mines to Potosi
Originally appeared in the chapbook The Execution (1991)
Rail to ravine goes my scrubby feast
On a rasher of hill-guts hung with
Junk
Axles and engines sneering with moonbeams
Like toy pianos pinging reflections of musical saws
Stars are just fevers rambling the shack circuit
Dimpling blackjacks' motley leer
Flashing log to lantern in checkered parcels
Oh it's an animate bristle-map this quilt of Highway 21
Delighted with its confusion of smiles and screams
As I tumble the sinks and sockets
The eyelids of St. Francois
David Thomas Roberts (July-August 1991)
