Friday, December 9, 2016

Poem of the Week: Junkyards

Junkyards

by Julian Lee Rayford

You take any junkyard
   and you will see it filled with
   symbols of progress
   remarkable things discarded

What civilization when ahead on
   all its onward-impelling implements
   are given over to the junkyards
   to rust

The supreme implement, the wheel
   is conspicuous in the junkyards

The axles and the levers
   the cogs and the flywheels
   all the parts of dynamos
   all the parts of motors

   fall the parts of rusting.

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