My heart is heavy.
I marvel at this
rock of ages, eternity even
strip mined
for what’s stuck beneath
the surface.
All this runoff
just so I could,
baring it all
and laying it to waste
water, tears a by-product
of a cold coal
carbon-copy
of once-living
matter
stratified plants,
and these dinosaur’s bones
as layer
upon stinking layer,
the fecal fecundity
of fickle feelings
fossilized:
compacted
impacted
though it seems
as if it doesn’t
matter,
and we may not see
the error of our ways
for years to come.
The hardness,
burning hot and dirty
so close to beauty
can’t see
for buried too deep.
Time and pressure,
like Superman,
taken in his hands
to make a diamond
out of me.