Small, Black Stone
A small black stone
Painted red
Born of Heaven
Left for dead,
Kicked and shorn
Blasted smooth
Pocked with fractures
Riddled grooves,
Ground to pieces
Sold as dust
Used as potion
Balm of lust,
Swallowed nightly
Clouds the mind
Settles slowly
In the spine,
Lays with fallen
In the Earth
Aeons trudge
Petrified rebirth,
A small black fossil
Painted gray
Born of heaven
Born of me.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017
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