live idol

shipped my weight in gold
zagging mountainsides, dodging passes
now carried openly
straightening streets
a graven image to be struck down for

when bearers bungle that weight
will it walk or lie
broken stubs of poetry, bone, heart fossil-
a rock once bone -

sweep and peddle grubby bricolage
tinkering for distance
and never return,
re zagging mountainsides, dodging passes.

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