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They’re all ignored by us, but they have feelings too :
A black  gravestone  in  New York, down in the world, 
Recalling its halcyon days as a part of 
The impressive strata  at Palisades Park.
The statue in the museum of  Androcles and the Lion
Daydreaming   -  oh,  for the good old days just lying sunbaked 
On the beach surrounded by 
Fossil shells and shrimp at  Sables  d’ Olonne,
With the feet of the famous resting gently on you.
And the marble fireplace  in our  living room - 
He can still  see in his  mind’s eye 
The Carrara  quarries in  bygone days…..
Why,  some of his great-grand-daddies  were 
Hacked out of there  and taken to Rome for the Via Appia.
Oh yes,  stones have feelings too.

My carved ship-of-the-line from Nelson’s navy 
With  her masts and spars and decks and cabins 
Lies awake at night thinking of her days 
In the pine forests of Norway;  and next to her 
This old  cedar jewellery  box, with intoxicating  
Smells of the coast at Prince Rupert  
Where she  lay on the beach for weeks 
Before the saw mill changed her shape and sent her  to me.
The new  sapele door in our hall  spends hours 
Wishing for his buddies  in the jungles of Uganda 
Where the ants would tickle you 
Half  to death with their constant scurrying
Up and down your branches,  building this or that.
Listen closely and he’ll boast that some 
of his relatives ended their days as propellers 
on German zeppelins, I kid you not. 
Everyone has to feel special.

And what about those unassuming steel forks in my drawer   
who can still tell stories 
Of their days as iron ore in Finland, 
And how their brother Ernie became 
A bumper on the President’s limo (supposedly).
Or my wife’s copper bracelets  with their pathetic tales 
Of being shipped from Cyprus 
and remelted into ingots in Bimingham.
I have overheard the wings of a  747
Recollecting  in the hangars at night  
How their existence as bauxite in Jamaica was so idyllic, 
“Wit  all  dat  reggae and  smokin’  and god knows what, man.”
They too have their memories.  
And, man, de smell in dat hangar!
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