No one could ever be so blessed
With the complete lexicon
Of an entire history,
The complete experience,
Of those whose roots
Are salt and coal,
Steel and timber.
Generations of working folk
Live inside his grandfather’s beard:
Their songs of struggle,
Songs of solidarity,
Form the solitary
And singular
Purpose of this library
Built upon a railroad.
His life was an echo,
A reverberating remembrance,
A bridge to the past
That he dedicated his life
To building,
Bringing years, centuries,
Life and death,
Together in unison,
Reminding us
That the past
Is still in our hearts
In song.
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