To The Stone Giant
Another day beneath the sun for me
as men see only waves of heat
shimmer from my hulking, mammoth face
eyes fast upon lifeless shell
beneath a crumbling brow
housing untamed, ancient spirits
whose hearts now beat as one with mine
muffled chanting deep within
remains
knowing that
if this thin crust of life
feeding from their Mother’s back
should pass
it would leave only tiny, tiny scars.
Dennis Gregory Murawska
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