They have made peanut butter,
roofing tar and wood into diamonds.
In the 1950s, look it up.
If a woman in stiletto heels
can puncture an oak floor,
squeeze oxygen hard enough
and it becomes a metal,
shiny, slippery and iridescent.
Electrons go where they shouldn’t
like soldiers crossing into no mans land,
shaking hands with the enemy
and eating sandwiches together.
Who doesn’t change under pressure?
Methodists become pirates.
Anarchists become legislators.
Paul fell down and found God.
The poor know this.
The rest of us
just haven’t found our anvils yet.