Poem: Pennies In a Jar

 

Pennies In a Jar

 

copper vertebrae 

fled from rolled spines

to wallow among flecks of sun.

 

faces of a single dead man

tired of sitting on each other

to form mutual, useless stools.

 

i dig my fingers in,

pitchfork style,

to scoop the metallic hay,

 

then dribble it down,

back into the desuetude   

of its mausoleum-silo.

 

nothing much changes,

mere scrapes and nicks

on chins with no other way to age.

sitting on a slab of formica

staid in their vitreous urn, 

maybe the clones compare tarnishes,

 

while visiting each others' pillared mansions,

and patting each other on the back

with wafer-thin blades.

 

 

 

 

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6/28/24... mods

"pillared" because the lincoln cent has a pillared memorial

7/30/22 major word changes

7/10/22 ... "flee their"  replaces "spill from their"  ... "a single dead" replaces "one" ... "mausoleum granary" replaces "a mausoleum of a granary" ... "age" replaces "grow old" ... "while visiting" replaces "and visit" ... blah