Dead Men and Dog Holes

(at Halibut Point State Park, formerly Babson Farm Quarry Park, Rockport, Massachusetts)

Dead men,
Iron staples
Bound in granite
With no purpose now,
But their steady fastness
Kept the derricks erect.

Dog holes,
Perfect pits
Drilled in granite
With no purpose now
But their steady anchor
Kept the quarried blocks
On their trajectory out of the motion.

Empty holes and useless staples,
A grout pile of cast off granite
By the sea-filled quarry lake,
Harshly sheer cliffs
Cut by men

Crushed
By the weight
Of time accumulating
beside the tide churning,
beneath the sun rising,
below the sun’s settings,
Leaving little but
The sapstone rust
behind.

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