Excavation
Deep buried in the blackness of the sky- The rich, dark strata of primeval light That long ago left solar lodes to lie, Break, and scatter within the core of night- There glimmers, like coal-luster in the soil, First one, then several stars. How many eyes Quarried and queried just one, a lifetime’s toil, Burning to cut the ray it petrifies? We hope that there is more, that by their spark, New ends, lost days, the moment that the lover Sang all to being will be exhumed somehow, Though we but keep the promise of the dark, Though, buried too, at last, we but discover, Lit by this anthracite, our ancient now.