09-23-2020, 09:12 AM
Highland Clearance
I heard a bagpipe chorus just last night–
its droning parts, at least, resounded there
in key of G, not fuzzy-pure or bright
but fitting for a highland sunset air.
These being U.S. hills, they’re mechanized:
Hispanic laborers each shouldering
his racket-buzzing blower, deputized
to blast cut grass from walks that evening.
Their melody – did I parse notes to groans
or hear those workers' efforts and transpose
to music from their engines' lilting moans?
Who cares? It passed my time to night’s repose.
I heard a bagpipe chorus just last night–
its droning parts, at least, resounded there
in key of G, not fuzzy-pure or bright
but fitting for a highland sunset air.
These being U.S. hills, they’re mechanized:
Hispanic laborers each shouldering
his racket-buzzing blower, deputized
to blast cut grass from walks that evening.
Their melody – did I parse notes to groans
or hear those workers' efforts and transpose
to music from their engines' lilting moans?
Who cares? It passed my time to night’s repose.
Non-practicing atheist