Many forms a variety
Of Rigid resistance to
The pull, pushing liquid
Stone over evacuated earth
Devices devised over rusted
Nails harvested from green
Treated wood scraps scattered
About the naked churchyard
Fishnets make fingers obsolete
A river’s rush cold
Back bent in the
Dry of the bank
Policing the site may
Have robbed our minds
And cheated our hands
From creating like God