Marvin Lurie

The Pillars Of The World

There was a man who cut the hay around
my grandpa’s summer place. He ruled a huge
machine. At his command it roared and sliced
and sent out mysteries of tractor smells,
exhaust and gas, hot oil and metal.
Only the greatest man could wield such power.

Each time the tractor man would cut the hay,
he cut the lot beside my grandpa’s house
even though it was just mostly weeds.
When he was done, my grandpa would take down
two shot glasses and a bottle of schnapps,
and set the glasses on a tractor tire,
and pour them shots and talk about how
the world was made and what would happen next.

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