When It Isn’t In Your Tables - Poem by Mark Heathcote
How do you find uranium?
In such low-grade work
When it isn’t in your tables
To find gems, in the dirt.
You may pan the basins of the soul
And find - enrichment!
But it doesn’t make any difference
To Him - beholds you fervent?
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