SEAMS
Down in the mine
where I worked, ore extended
out in yellow
formations. The ore
was like snakes. Through the blasted
walls you could see
heads tails bodies
of snakes: they may have been alive
from the beginning
of time. The children
thought it was corn pollen
because of the color. They spread it
with their fingers on our window
sills. They gathered
and scattered it.
They ate it.