They dug in time,
a bending cadence
that thumped
the earth.

Each shovel found new,
lunar dirt's collide
beneath fingernails,
galaxy's birth.

Slide me in there,
make a space,
appointments kept,
celestial gaze.

The river ripped through
a valley misdirected,
upstream climb
reward strayed.

Miners gave it all,
through their backs,
their stomach's
her eyes.

Yet I was last
in a line
of many,
many fools.

To have fucked you
in the back
of Kmart
and Kids"R"us.

06/04/2012