The Cinder Buggy
Epigraph
A pot-metal body
on two little wheels,
absurdly,
bow-leggedly
walking away to the dump
with the slag, the
purgings of iron, the
villainous drool of the furnace—
that is a cinder buggy.
It is also a sign
that what man refines
beyond
God’s content
with things as he left them
will very soon perish
for want of the dross
from which it is parted.
Why hath each thing its cinder?—
even the sweetest desire?
