Stoic

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Stoic

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.

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4 Responses to Stoic

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Provocative and excellent!

  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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