A poem about the iron mountain in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and the story of its discovery.

Marji-Gesick was the Ojibwa chief who led Phil Everett to the iron mountain in 1846.

where men push you out of the way in search
of sausages floating in dead sea water

where employees walk away feigning deafness
to avoid divulging the whereabouts of canned tomatoes

where old ladies slide poorly aligned carts unwittingly
into piles of spinach melting under fluorescent lights