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The Cut of Diamonds

by Liza Porter

Even the East Indian gods know
a diamond weighs less than
a human soul, sometimes a stone cries out
when put on the turning table
to be cut and polished

the closest you will ever get to
a star, some say, to the cosmic
power of pushing back the
ocean, a sheet of white paper, a small
digital scale, a clear glass plate,

stones so dense they slow the
speed of light by one-third, these
blood diamonds leaving behind
fields of human bones in
the Arctic, Botswana, Angola,

these carrot-shaped kimberlite
tunnels, these pipelines of
diamonds, rough diamonds,
hard diamonds, round brilliants,
this carbon under titanic pressure

drawing heat from the fingers of
a hundred thousand imported
workers, oh, these mystical stones, these
table-cut diamonds, this eruption
of love and emotion from

when the Earth was still young,
this handshake and good luck, shifting
sands of ancient wealth, this price-
fixing, closest you might ever get
to the stars, some say,

mystical clarity from the Kalahari
Desert, from floating mines in the
South Atlantic, these chips of rock
that buy guns, pay bribes, this enormous
heat small enough to pick up with
a pair of tweezers

you can see the garimpeiros’ lives
inside these diamonds, their small lives
stuck inside, these diggers, don’t
touch the ground, it’s forbidden,
these ships sucking 90 metric tons of ocean

floor, calculators flying to and fro in
Paris, in Tel Aviv silence, these necks
and fingers, this Beluga, this best of
the best, this woman’s best friend
this violence, these women adorned with

sparkling rocks, these starving men
table-cut diamonds, this monopoly, this
monopoly, this greed
that 3.5 million dollar pinkie ring.

(Taken and rearranged from Andrew Cockburn’s article “Diamonds: The Real Story,” National Geographic, volume 201, no. 3, March 2002.)


Liza Porter’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Hotel Amerika, Slipstream, The Montserrat Review, Diner, Pebble Lake Review, Telling Stories: Women Write About the Southwest, Gingko Tree Review, Whistling Shade, and others. She is director of the monthly Other Voices Women’s Reading Series in Tucson, and owner of last house press, a home-based press that designs and publishes poetry chapbooks, journals, sketchbooks, and other paper designs. (6/2005) 

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