Online Issue 25 Uncategorized

Heavy Equipment by Barry Peters

Visual art by Janina Aza Karpinska 

In morning darkness I pull over and watch

the heavy equipment sleeping behind

barbed wire. How yellow and massive

they appear under globes of halogen night lights.

How strong their names: Bulldozer. Excavator.

Knuckleboom loader. Feller buncher. Backhoe.

Row upon row, the peaceful dreams of machines.

The eastern sky glows orange. Soon I will drive

to work, sit in an ergonomic chair

and stare at slender screens of fragile data.

Create money out of feathery air.

Soon they will go to work, too. Move earth

the way we did as children, mud on our hands.