Saturday, March 10, 2012

Poem: The Wheel





The Wheel
By Jack Brummet

The first wheel rolled
and the first adze was forged—
Every tool and short-cut

Edged us to the brink
Of our short dance
On Turtle Island.

The machines started turning in 1900
And we started
Down a path

Toward the dark
At the end
Of the tunnel.
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