You know what they say on Thanksgiving.
They say what a beautiful bird. With their knives
they say words won't make you beautiful.
They say walk up and down
5th Avenue all day long, sing
the loveliest song.
Still not beautiful.
The Story of Lot
-- and they were all spent crystals.
A quarry of pyrite and amethyst.
All our cast zirconium laid faithful
in memory's bituminous bed.
Perhaps someday, sherpas will lug your granite up Mount Kilimanjaro, then
you will pay for your ticket
with 24-karat gold
discs. Perhaps platinum.
Just listen to the Scorpions'
Wind of Change.
Rock in it.