etched in stone

drenched in pomegranate juice the sand stone wished to be granite yet a figment of imagination eluded the tomb and it was over eternally gone final impermanent the children wept crocodile tears but ancestors knew about snake bites betrayal unforgiveness treachery deception inscribed were false words and only time would tell if his wishes were granted shaded under a fig tree his begging bowl was empty not one grain of rice graced death robes yet saffron scents veiled his demise as fruit of his loins shattered the earth shadows danced a requiem cacophony from split tongues inscribed the message in blood as vultures gathered and songbirds went silent yet wise jacaranda petals found resting places in grooves where the chisel had been no eye for a blind eye crack in the orb universe spinning still he chuckled from inside the grave serene in lightness peaceful in mind surreal quietude chirped at the dawn of new beginnings his dead heart full of undying passion etched in a gem stone the jewel lived on forever a rough diamond without polish true to himself