Grief alters and the sling of attendant lies
remains an aside, hardly a solace.
Wouldn’t you rather have a bowl of fruit
and a few moments with Voltaire?

The ladders, like stiff pleats against the house.
The adamant scientists clamber up and down,
never giving up hope, Latin relieving their tedium.

Minerals wink without mercy,
for what can  be found in the depths
might have value or rudiments of greed
and whether burial or excavation,
we are all simple dirt.

About Mercedes: Mercedes Lawry has published poetry in such journals as Poetry, Rhino, Nimrod, Poetry East, Seattle Review, and others.  She’s also published fiction and humor as well as stories and poems for children.  Among the honors she’s received are awards from the Seattle Arts Commission, Hugo House, and Artist Trust.  She’s been a Jack Straw Writer, held a residency at Hedgebrook and is a Pushcart Prize nominee.  Her chapbook, “There are Crows in My Blood”, was published by Pudding House Press in 2007 and another chapbook, “Happy Darkness,” was released by Finishing Line Press in 2011.  She lives in Seattle.

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