Mole of Rust

A shriek came beyond horizons. The scream grown weary. With the sun overhead,idle in me. Grave robber behave. For the cries of rust is your slave. Kingdoms come for the rocks below. Bellow from the metal skin. A body shines so thin. Stone scratches surface. Like the wind scratches all. Kingdoms came with arms lame. Remove the limestone of earthly skin. Expose the scraping deep within. Cries that shred the summer nights. Unearth the hole it made in the day sky. Bring about the clash of rust. Bring about the shrieks of skin. Vocals not by sword. Nor axe,knife or machine. Though of a rusted mole clashing with a stone heart. Ripping the dirt apart. Like animals tear through the silk of sand. But this time it is of human hand. A shriek bellows. Of shovels,the rusted moles. Break the land. Date:3/6/2019