Copper and Diamond

On the railway-edge of

The borders of town,

 January’s watchman lowers

Industrial warehouse evening shutters

On a wet gone-along day.

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To A Different God.

Paper tide covers rock,

Scissors halve the paper,

Spiders will defeat the ape-king,

And, on their day,

The lowliest of pawns will

Take the blue-blood queen.


Some prayers go

Where they’re meant to go;

And some

To a different god.