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Plowshares and Oilrigs
Plowshares and Oilrigs
David J Walker
It was a windmill made of wood
With a metal rod coaxing the
gold standard from the ground
it was cold water held captive awaiting
its calling fulfilling a promise made
many millennia in the past
it was a lost civilization
of propane prose
and profane memories
it was itself a treasure
awaiting the unpacking
of plowshares and oilrigs
it was a land of vast nothingness
awaiting the ending of an evolutionary
transformation from a mountain to a grave
Copyright ©
David Walker
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