A beast made in stone
Hosts the intentions of human steps
Created to conquer
But doomed to the prison
Of the motionlessness
Ground cries wounded
Skewered by its feet
A dumb pain
For an earth that has so much to say
Surrender in front of my child
The concrete sovereign
Alone to face the centuries
Beyond dust and graves
He wants me to be his hourglass
with neck so obstructed to pass no sand
To me why should I be your slave?
Should I
Accept such a compromise
It will be my tombstone
my last will on earth
unable to move
will curse its maker
cement as only sky
for the empty orbits of the skulls
I crumble with my coffin
shattered by their glance
Drowning in waves of sound
My body shows me the dance of existance
Contracted in a thousand poses
Meeting the imminent feast of the ground
Stone is a fragrant bread
To sweep away the sauce of my bones
Greetings to the bloodful meadow
Now home for my unknown failure
Bright, nevertheless
As the morning dew

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