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


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)

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