To the crane operator who lowered the small boy’s casket into the ground

To the crane operator who lowered the small boy’s casket into the ground

and who filled the hole properly;

and to whomever will mow the grass and plow the snow

and keep the flowers from dying so soon;

I honor you.

 

Like the man who bends maple into violins

or rips marble from hell with his great hands,

so dainty hammers may chisel sculptures

for the delight of morons.

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