Stone

June 1, 1981

You lay in the catapults. And took aim at the slitted embrasures. But no one could see you. You were a millstone. And sweated for our daily bread. with us. They made a wall with you. And you broke the waves before they reached the tranquil haven. But no one could see you. Beneath the visionary chisel You became the echo of flesh. Everyone admires your cold conquest now.