The Song Mechanism

The first time
It left deep tire marks;
Breaking,splintering
In its way.
And the light that shone through
The now clear places,
Was good.
And the wind when it hit
This new bareness,
Was good.

Then why stop?
Once more and once more
New grooves were etched.
Some running roughshod over the old,
Some compliant .

But now stop.
For the grounds is acquiring
That well known hardened shine.
For it rolls over
Now vastly blunted nerves.