
“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