Primitive Methodism

  Driving interstate 81 by Frackville

you might notice the long lines in the rock

on the flat walls to your right, those lines,

you might ask me, what are those lines?

I’d have to explain how they drill these

veins into the rock, how they fill these

rocks with dynamite, how they will these

mountains into molehills and brush them

off their coats God bless the borough of

Frackville God bless Schuylkill county.

 

My great grandfather made those lines

sitting at his desk with pencils with no

erasers eating sauerkraut and potatoes

in a place that prided itself on not being

undermined God bless the borough of

Frackville God bless Schuylkill county.

 

I have come here to take credit for this-

look his math stands correct forever in rock-

proceed without caution ungrateful out of staters.

I have come here to take credit for every bid

in pinochle, son who learned to park six inches

from the curb, line of dynamite that went right.

I have come here to take credit if you would

look around you and see the world he has 

built and thank me for he is not here now.  

I have come here to take what is due to one

who like anthracite has been sunk buried

pressed to make fuel like grapes to wine.

I have come here to be Dionysus with vine in

one hand coal in the other and you maenad

follow me into this mine like a mangy mule.

I have come here to show you the bottom of

the mine which mules do not leave until shot

which my family left three generations ago.

I have come riding on a mule today with my

great grandfather walking it as an American

nativity pageant heading for Philadelphia.

I have his life insurance evaluation his calipers

from Frackville Service Equipment Corporation

his Pottsville Explosive comb case to show you.

I will show you no more, for you need to look for

his autograph. God bless the borough of

Frackville God bless Schuylkill county.