Here building stones are harder
than diamonds to get,
rarer than silk and fur.
Throw gold from the coaches,
bring timber and masonry.
Bring citizen drudges in herded brigades,
burdened with tea sets.
Haul strictured emigrants
blindly obliged shouldering bricks.
By spadeful, by ice decree,
will by will does dread Peter’s Neva dredge,
by flood, mud-work and illusion.
Islands conspire to spires
prove occident will happen.
In dance slippers and galoshes
cowed christened citizens
rig foggy roughshod palaces
through backbreak and cotillion
in marsh-hushed doubt.
Kim Suttell is a poet by avocation living in New York City. Some of her poems reside in Right Hand Pointing, Penny Ante Feud, Geist, The Cortland Review and other journals, all compiled for an imminent audience at page48.weebly.com. She is also a Southern Californian girl.