POEM - How To Make A Mountain

Like good worker bees, yellow and in motion,
the buzzing caterpillar tractors pushed
the garbage into one mammary heap
the blue smoke climbed the slate blue wall that was sky.
far off in a distance that was more like dreaming
raw, throaty engines chugged vast amounts of diesel.
The shrug shouldered dump trucks hastily spread
the gravel, the sand, the dirt and made the seal.
Like the rock rolled in front of Jesus' tomb
hoping to prevent the ressurrection.
In time, if everything is left alone,
the grass grows back greener and tougher than
anywhere else, making it appear like
the mountains i'd climbed when i was a youth.

M C Biegner