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Saturday, May 28, 2016

Footprint
(a poem)

A chasm, a river,  and  a conquering span,
With truss or wire or wood.
Even beneath, burrowing, digging,
Dying by the dozens, seeking the other side,
Victory over the elements.

A genetic tree forest, straight and true
Soft and hard, for paper or timber
Ten times faster than Nature
In less space.
What Hath God Wrought? Indeed

Ribbons of tar and concrete,
Walls of stone and steel
Lights in the dark, Fire in the hold!
Profligate Porsches and Aston Martins.


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