Everywhere I go I study the scars on earth's face, including rivers and lakes. I'm not playing God but assessing intent. In the Patagonia Mountains you think, "small mines, pathetic deaths." In Cabeza Prieta men boiled in their own blood, ground temperature 170° Contrails of earthen scar-tissue stink of sulfur. Gold & copper to buy the horse that died, the woman who left. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE GREATER TESTAMENT (XXII, XXIII, AND XXVI) by FRANCOIS VILLON SONG: WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A' by JOANNA BAILLIE THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 110 by PHILIP SIDNEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |