[stylist] Poem - "Archaeology" - First Draft

[William L Houts]

Hey Most Fab of Blinxes,

Here's my most recent completed poem.  It's probably not to everyone's 
taste, but I feel proud of it, and I think there's a lot of tasty rhyme 
and word play here.  Comments welcome, as always. Poem commences below 
my signature.


--Bill


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Archaeology

1.

What will they infer from the yellow combs

which kept her sea-dark braids?What deduce?

Will students toeing henceward sands know how joying

fingers loosed those locks to flow like melting

chocolate down her sun-sloped neck?

2.


O suffer doll, your birth from weft of dooms,

your womb of earth as dry as brick

and cry so sharp, as if your ruined skin could win

our tears. And yet bestows, our soul,

a certain lurch to cradle you in stupid arms,

and shake all hurts, all hates, all harms

from infant form. You charlatan, you sham!

But by you, O henceward spade, our heart is played

and sings we are, she is, I am.

3.

All Hail our spire of greening glass,

he's bright of sun, so sky he lights

the moonwise mind.O rocketstone

you tower bridging stars to earth, O dog

of rock, you ship of rains,anchor down

and root, some splendid pine, that students hoisting

henceward spades may sweat and sing to know

your joyful vaults, so rich and dark

the basement floor of heaven's park,

thou trumpet played by time.