These Huge Stones

Heavy are these Huge Stones resting on my soul

The unbearable weight forces me to my knees

and presses me against the cold earth

our Mother

who is crumbling, and is weeping

weeping as she silently watches the humanity which she bore

stab her with their indifference

The wounds run deep and grow cold as she bleeds –

and we walk above her sorrows with each unconcerned footstep

leading further away from the warmth which she once gave

Her eyes dim, the light slowly fades

and a cold darkness covers her

and chills the bones –

that make up these huge stones

11/22/1992   Michael S. Hysinger