The Quarry

Down at the quarry Testing the depths with my friends Diving off the banks It took four or five false starts To get my body over and in Watching bundles of siltstone separate and rise Loosed from buried diggers Like raindrops in reverse Raindrops raining up from on low My greatest intention was to stay gone as long as I could An orbitless planet, passing only once by I went back years later Thought it'd be easier second time I ran to jump, but the quarry was dry Just dust blowing over the dozers left to rust in that pit I turned to go home, and that was it But then a thought brushed me All these dozers the rust eats In this pit dried and dusty Is all buried thusly