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Dust and Heavy Stone

Dust and Heavy Stone 

For dust you are and to dust you will return 

Gold-plated wooden overcoats house the mighty dead
Enveloped with precious stone and Heavens pavements
Their unwavering, towering triangles of sand, boasting a life of desire, recognition, admiration
Hiding a life of exploitation and fear 
The fear of normalcy 
Ending, with the doubtless thought of everlasting sovereignty 
Seeming to fill up a gaping crevice
Only to find it snatched away, rupturing the rift further into the desolate depth of distress
In death, it will all be whisked away, life’s meaning will decay and the straw that remains will be nothing but dust 
Heads of the youth full with dust 
Desiring what is wanted, not needed, ignorant of the needy and meek seeking for their Daily Bread 
Times of metal birds and horses do not change past convictions, otherwise it would be told as stories of old 
Whispers and sighs of what once was… 

The world is their house, not a home
A land,  
and honey…
A promise, a distant dream, a resting place  
A land 
The Saved always searching, scavenging for satisfaction through endless days
Finding nothing in the harsh bellows of the wind, braving a sun so relentless
Fearing tomorrow
A stone hit for the crying children 
Still not enough to satisfy their thirst for safety and security   
An empty house and black words on flimsy paper, prolonging their need for food with happy and sharp friends 
Minds and bodies that rot  
Their only place of security
A land 

Heavy stone carrying seeds finds the gaping crevice, planting its feet firmly into the desolate depth
Straw crushed and turned to dust 
Seeds planted and overflowing the crevice 
The thirsty, hydrated, the hungry, full 
Milk and Honey 
Need for their Daily Bread, satisfied 
Grime coated wooden over-coats house the weak dead 
Enveloped with unseen glory  
Their moving, sunken graves of stone, boasting of a life of hardship, deprivation and need
Uncovering a life of desire and admiration 
Desiring the needed, not wanted 
Leaving behind the straw and dust of their previous lives
Aware of the empty sovereigns seeking for straw but braving the now green and lush forest, accepting their Daily bread 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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