PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Stone worm, egg of sculpted dust,

floating amongst the granite

sepulchers fashioned for none;

housing the countless bodies

of work outlasting sources.

Attendants confound the rot,

heave their own clots of dried blood –

some find and take to the walls,

mistaken when discovered:

Heralded, beloved, new!

Soon two megaliths collide.

On the slow tide of their kiss,

a trundling wave of force

forms a ring content to grow,

patient and blind to its load:

a parcel dyed red and thrown

into vastness until caught

and passively splattered on

strange terrain where it takes root,

rejuvenating the loop

ending with mausoleums

that fly and crash and give birth

to motes of pulverized earth

that seed nowhere with something.