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