What the Stones Say
The stones' first voice was weapon.
Today, that voice spoke again,
wailed its sorrow against the wind,
pulsed and swirled inside my ears.
Today's stone pushed its face
forward; shoved others aside,
its anger swelling as it cried,
Why? in mournful requiem.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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