Envy
Mine eyes have seen a sliver moon and silver star,
afire with envy of the earth,
blazing against black night;
dead rock and burning fire versus teeming life.
Mine eyes have seen a steel diesel shoveler-
digger-tail swimming through dirt and rock,
seeking and finding the strength of stone;
striving to break it, subdue it.
Mine eyes have seen a lonely man
isolated by his broken mind,
watching a wedding party;
toasting the joy of the bride and bridegroom.
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