I've posted these 2 together. The first makes sense with the 2nd and the 2nd leads to future references about P's heart being a stone.
The miner carves out a niche
each scrape of the shovel
every dug out notch
or carved tunnel
feeds the ache
that is carried in hands
permanently blackened and a heart
lost in the timelessness of day
to day searches
and the demands
never able to be met
like the puppet that walked
it amazes everyone
he rises each day
dresses in the same worn clothes
finds his boots beneath the bed
and sets forth to work in the mines
where he excavates through the hours
his mind
distantly remembers
that time in sunlight and blue skies
sunbathing
his wife in red bathers running
towards the waves
her white thighs
yet to show the purple veins
hated as much as those he digs
every day
at night they sat together
he whittled
they spoke of children
and as the distant waves
crashed upon the shore
in darkness with hope
they
fucked
themselves
into a future
they both wished for
and secretly feared
Geppetto finds the stone
Even a lonely man who
has never married, whose
only fragrant memory
ended in Venice,
suffers the need to bury
his loved ones.
Geppetto’s sister drowned
in her lover’s arms,
and while he held and wept
in caricature, it was Geppetto
who dug the grave
and buried her bones.
It was while digging,
his tears weakening the soil,
letting the spade slide in
like a lover, that Geppetto found
the stone; a single stone
amidst the edit of earth.
Once a mountain
or a comet ?
A tear, perhaps,
from a lost Goddess?
Geppetto reached out his hand
and lifted free the stone,
defyied gravity, disregarded
the strange stares
of his sister’s lover
and her gathered friends.
After he studied the stone
for a moment, while
the crowd murmured and fidgeted,
he plopped it
into his white shirt pocket;
felt the weight of it match his heart.
He kept the stone as company
through evenings and days
as a marker to
his sister’s memory, not knowing
that its proximity to his sadness
instigated change.
The stone began to believe
it was a seed
and waited with the patience of rock
for the log
to give it birth.
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