‘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 ‘The New McCarthyism’ and Other Poetry by Bruce ... The New McCarthyism by Caud Sewer Bile McCarthyism is alive and thriving in the land, but now ironically it is the left that’s going mad. The le... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.