steel discs
and weeds sprawled
in a room whose rusty hair
was iron cornrows, and its brow
a naily timber lintel
under which i'd gaze across
the river at midge island
as the tide turned on its pintle
and atoms would be dancing
like mayflies in the dusk
at the exact same speed as
gold roubles once spread glancing
around inch free-board puntloads
of sleepers axe trimmed
for Wittgenstein and Company
building the Siberian railroads
and black saws' sharkmouth edges
kept pipe-stuffers careful
up skids from sawdust-sized
shimmering of midges
then living drills were screwed
from punk wood to eat
by men wearing genitals; their
fish spears twitched like sedges
and the ocean sprawled in sight
gull-squealing, then weeks away
and the night sky quivered
with the vanished river's fleet
--a city man bought
the mill land for ten times
its price, and let the mill
fall down. But I have kept it.
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