“Stonehenge” by Tom Tiedeman

mortise and tenon

sacrosanct joinery

mystic of power

conveyed by a secret

artisanal oath upon

female and male

conjugation that

beautiful passion

of natural biology

lending its form

to the function of

structure who wants

of a durable union

a coupling contrived

for the useable ages

fine fitted precision of

desert-set pyramids

sarsen stone henges

Homeric sleek galleys

the chair and the desk

where this gray-bearded

stiff-fingered poet

declaims all and sundry

his odd bits of trivial

knowledge that seem

best recorded if only

in doggerel verses

before they’re forgotten