Mike Mulligan?! Mike Mulligan came!?!
That old bulldozer
or crane –
I don’t even know
its real name—
But it seems
his handiwork’s to blame
Here he’s come,
so brilliant, fast and kind
I’m sorry I
didn’t see him from behind
If I had known
I’d not have
shoveled my fingers to the bone
Here in one
week I’ve drafted a slew
The only way this
could be true
is if God planted
in me the poems which grew
