Hilly levels of ore lie

Hilly levels of ore lie
Dormant in gold slumber.
There won’t be any more
Left, he rasps through
A Drifting gold smoke. Over my
Brains a shining wing
Flaps stalks of something gold –
whether my future or my rest,
I wonder.

Don’t you have dreams yet?
His gold tooth catches in hotter
Gold and I
shift uncomfortably.
These hours have been bloated
with promise. He drinks
And vomits; the pungent puddle
A Midas’s gore, gold with
cornmeal and dust.

You’ve eaten it! I daily strike
The thought – what remains
to pound shapely? Where is the fantastic medal,
The gold threading millstone?

This, your destiny and mine, the golden hope,
Rushes against youth and offers trifles.

Hilly levels of ore lie

candidenuts

Little Rock, United States

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