To An Ancient Coin 1 Poem by robert dickerson

Once you were nothing:
the dander of stars
a blond effusion from the earths' core
lacking name or shape
schrift or weight
hot like snot
shot up some rocky rift
the fallout of rivers shaking down magmas
some seismic clock having struck its hour.

Long eons on bonded
hands sought you-
with lamp and pick scraped a way to you
from the mines' maze lit
you first betook
to blink and burn.
crushed to dust, sifted, washed,
outed, molten, from your hiding place
in the cozy domains of intermolecular space.