Disassembled wonder: crates and a box of jangling bolts,
instructions: how to build a liberty
Longshore cousins of a Polish leatherworker, Irish farmer,
olive presser from Spain queued since daybreak
(thermos of coffee and blood sausage on crusty day-old)
hoist the swinging puzzle blocks ship to dock
Thank you France for your daughter’s sandaled toes,
trim dressed torso, legs, torch-flexed arm, and mouth
mouth of the mother of the sculptor who dreams colossus
We wait to hear give me your tired your poor,
yearning to breathe free
but she is babe in the woods, not fully assembled
a bolted welded steel and copper, innocent iron
sheet over scaffold and air
(The Statue of Liberty arrived in New York in 1888 in 214 wooden crates)
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