‘Metamorphic Rock’ by Reid McGrath The Society June 13, 2013 Poetry Pressure is what the loam feels when, buried and dis-tracted, it cannot function right; when it cannot get at the rain and light; when it, by a hellish heat, is harried. When it is not prepared, or preparing, To produce, what it was meant to produce; when its physical makeup is not loose; when it’s sick and tired of temporizing. For what it wants is to produce good fruit; to rise like cream out of that sub-terrain. But who we are is never absolute; and via all this pressure and this pain, solidified like some rare earth-bound loot, it settles by becoming rock again. Reid McGrath is a poet living and working in the Hudson Valley. Related Post ‘Obi-Wan Bin Laden RIP’ and Other Poetry by Jame... Obi-Wan Bin Laden RIP Let’s remember what God wants: Killing people’s never right, So Obi-Wan Bin Laden then Cannot be a Jedi knight. T... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.