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Footnote: Geography Of My Grandparents' Place, North Of Germantown: The Metal Pile [XLIX]
Just west of the creeklet's edge, beyond the plank
bridge; but well East of the walnut forest, my
grandfather's pile of metal objects retrieved
from roads' edges; some of it twisted, but all
safely collected:
someone else's refused or discarded junk.
His dilligence was remarkable and his
eyesight remained sharp even after the long
surgery (brain cancer) that silenced his speech
center forever.
Before all that metal has decayed to its
half life; and before the final stars go out,
my grandfather and I will, together, praise
Christ in Eternal worship; and neither will
care who I have loved.
Starward
