Thursday, November 30, 2017

TO HURL STONES



Take persuance on me, a stone;
Softer, in touch of your hands.
Silently I lay on the road
Rubbing bad breath all my sides

I weep not of my own 
Sturdy of heart.
But when stray dogs pee on me, or
Vehicles leak gasoline in greasy uniform

All bonding
Filial of all skies, are
Rounding solar heights
I only lay perplexed open eyes on the road

What is this 
So hard inside me 
That men use 


To hurl stones on others

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