Emma-Jane Arkady
Glint Grit
Carl told me his boots miss the grit,
it is necessary he says
for the tread to embed this,
to re-embed it each day or they forget
the taste of Sulitjelma,
that copper town we reflect now
only in the trinket (is that the word?),
the something trivial,
the last cut core as souvenir of the twenty years and closed,
thanks to directives from a warm place
very much down the coast and over,
past cousin Tor and somewhere
with long lists of don'ts.
It was our fjord,
and if we chose a neat triangular delta,
a perfect surface laced delta of oxide wastes -
all crispy with its glint of grit -
then it should have been enough;
but the man in a French suit
condemned it,
and Carl and his boots.
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