North of Time,
a Parliament of Stones
marks some green pushing
through the cracked concrete.

This disease tears
rock into sand,
worse than rain
and relentless wind.

The animals came
and went without notice.
Plants too will pass,
with the air and water,

leaving only stone
until immolation.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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4 Responses to Stoic

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Provocative and excellent!

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  2. JeanMarie says:

    Nice one Bart and thought provoking.

    We are transient and immaterial to the rocks. Other than erosion, their only fatal enemy is planetary destruction. Did I get that right?

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