Pushers
We must imagine
Sisyphus happy –
Camus says to us
boulder-pushers –
uphill rock rollers
[& ready to be run
over ones] – so we
will not feel crush
[or crack] of bone
by slow stone – we
are guided to ply –
hand-&-shoulder –
to heft at a weight
set by a rueful god
[listings of Camus
& his misguiding –
un-advice] – & I will
not know more – A
tumbled stone & a
hill are my enough
to do until I fall – In
my sleep I’ll shove
at that roughness –
& dust [I’m happy]