she hangs monocles
carefully on the dawn's
thin skin
three hundred
and three
at the pit head winding drums
turn
endless rotations
hoists
freshly greased
with pig fat
pull fish hook
rock
out of w i d e
mountain mouths
vast loads
of sharp
stone
endless bullets
soon to be hung
from crinoline cathedrals
shards of jet
laid in white sand
almost
blind
the sky
demands
a world
it can understand
demands
her fingers
her
femur
augmented into connecting rods
bones
her bones
cranking the shaft
hanging
from a pivot
part
of the machine
osseous tissue
turning axles as
sheave wheels cackle
into dark mists
8 comments:
she hangs monocles
carefully on the dawn's
thin skin...i just LOVE this cat...such great images and really...you make me wanna go out and hang monocles...but then...i have to wait for dawn...and that is some hours away as i'm in california at the moment...way cool write...and good morning..smiles
"...sky demands a world it can understand"...the mechanical analogies let me imagine..
monocles ... popular in this prompt! Loving the 'osseous tissue' ~ great words ~ great poem
her bones and the clanking shaft.....i like the descent into the machine as this goes on cat....monocles are just cool....ha....the cackle in the end has a menace as well...
the sky
demands
a world
it can understand...
Don't we all?
I found this a remarkably compelling poem with images that needed to be thought about and worked on several levels.
So many wonderful images here. Enjoyed the well-worded ending:
turning axles as
sheave wheels cackle
into dark mists
The sky has got the right of it. You only have to step back, and the meanings disappear.
Mechanics and anatomy! The way you've structured the poem, your use of enjambment, conjures up a skeletal image for me. Perfect!
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