Here is audio of this poem. Poem copyright by Jane Piirto 1979/2019. All rights reserved.
“I have felt a keen longing for my own lands.”
Runo 29 Kalevala
THE COMPANY
I.
Negaunee caves in.
They’re moving Palmer.
Republic used to be a bluff.
Ishpeming has no tax revenues
now the undergrounds have closed.
Tilden Location is now a metropolis.
Cliff’s Drive is blocked off
with open pit low grade iron pellets.
In 75 years
the largest gem in the world,
Jasper Knob,
of jaspillite and hematite
will be an open pit too,
but they don’t call it
strip mining.
Here’s to The Company!
Mr. Mather and his friends
explored and coveted,
they bought and litigated,
claimed from the Chippewa,
and the word went,
New England and Europe
to the famished of famine—
Cornish, Irish, French-Canadian,
Swedes, Norwegians,
Finns and Italians later.
Poor people,
second sons, unmarried daughters
sailed to Ellis, huddled.
Carriage, canal, and railroad
Boat, and hope
carried them to Ishpeming, Michigan,
where their cousins worked.
Housemaids and miners,
housemaids and lumberers,
housemaids and carpenters,
shoemakers, merchants, farmers,
barkeeps and miners
and miners’ sons
sought respectability
in claimed cedar swamps,
bearing
babies and an ethic,
work and not welfare,
damp mines and falling chunks,
the ore to make the autos
to make America
what it is.
Compasses went crazy,
north pointed south
at this iron. Red
dust soiled the sheets,
hand-wrung, hung
on clotheslines frozen
stiff as walls
between workers and bosses,
ore
red mud covered sensible
boots tramping trails
in mosquito-owned woods.
Adventurers became family men,
housemaids housewives,
and there were children,
and hope for the children,
and the Lutheran church,
and the Catholic church,
and the Methodists,
and the streets of taverns,
and The Company,
tentacled.