The tool is a long spiked prong
with welded hard sharp edges
Twisted and firmed with barbed wire hinges
We ram into the warm soft mother earth
She bodies our hand
We enter the eternal circle
He and She
Earth and Man
The ground furrowed
The seed then planted
Another hot steel shaft is in the mill
The kiln that made it spills molten drops
The hammer pounds the long bent bar
while tongs pull and jerk it
The lathe that shapes it sings
while ripping off white hot curled ribbons
Then quenched with angry steam rising
It is forced about screaming and over too soon
Cooled too fast
Shaped forever
Only time would dare ravage, rust and rot it
The earth burry it
The salt of the sea dissolve it where nature rules
Thus, Nature lasts
forever…
Asta Dido
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