intro to surreal politics – montana style!
It is exhausting work- this setting the template upon the earth,
drawn in a diamond array to explode rock loose for traction.
Stones so loose the foreman can proudly say that you need only back softly
up to the hillside and scoop it with your hands.
The dirt trails off in the wind and the diamond bit of the drill head
barely scarred brings up temptations
that the overburden once held safely beneath and stored up recriminations
buried alive but now free.
Nothing hauled to the end user is ever given freely. Payment is expected.
Imposing will upon matter leaves farmers poorer in the pocket and miners
rich but both thirst for the same immortality that eludes those forgotten
two weeks after they die unless their names are Jesus Christ or Shakespeare.
But who has time for immortality anyway?