Tool & Die
In the final unburdening, massive crates are moved
from vehicle to loading dock into the labyrinth
Of the terminal, where synchronized forklifts reenact
the marriage of Heaven and Hell. Let it all go.
It’s a heavy freight you’ve carried. It’s a long, lonesome road
the soundtrack sang, road music on your inner radio.
The body has its weight and wants to use it
till it’s time. Unload. The warehouse of the snow
Is empty, pilgrim, the invoice blank, its spaces oblivious
to the lathe, the jig, the torch, the grinding wheel.