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I danced yesterday
I did a tango with a Kango in our yard
breaking concrete steps apart
which had been well poured some 80 years before at this spot
by someone I wish had not been so competently thorough
holding her firm in my hands
I squeeze her switch to make her Kango rhythm start
to drive her lone leg into aggregate
to tease its smooth stones apart
as she rattles her body and mine
jackhammer that she is
who has broken, not hearts,
but the works of Who and When?
into bits many times before
with her thumping choreography
she makes bits to be easily hauled away,
not monolith then, no more the thing
it once had been
I dance with my Kango, soul-mates we are.
But never intimate, I hold her safely away
in open embrace respecting the beauty
of her ruthless brutality, her determined
destructive purpose, the flip side of creation
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by Jim Culleny
9/29/13
Note:
“Kango” is the brand name of a jackhammer
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