Burtynsky’s Mines
He desired
a discernable vortex,
one perfect circle of sunlight.
Did not witness the dove
as it keeled into the Anaconda pit in Butte;
did witness
the Anaconda pit in Butte.
The angles of the tracks
where the tracks led.
He desired the fact
of dirt, the stasis
of a still filled with grass
like the hair of a Doberman
combed back.