Widen

Hey you digger

making your way through an ocean

of rock exploded, exploited.

You built the canal. Barely

got a statue to show for it.

Now it grows wider, wider still

pushing boats the size of cities

through

In front of a wall

of tears I stand inside of you

dry. My father did this

by hand. His sweat his blood

his liquid labor filled the path

between the seas

I know your history

I am your history

and you will never be wide enough

for all the stories to flow through.