Seed In The Stone Poem by Francis Blade

inside the stone a piercing bellow was born
of naked and calamitous dredings
it was my soul seeded in the depths of immortal despair
the stone cracked and shattered every morning mirror
and the seed started each day clawing in tormented anticipation of

never being released
never being watered
never being allowed to
never being allowed to
always told not to

bleeding...beautiful, precious drops to cloud the black clarity of social ink
the seed in me
scratches again
...and howls the sickness to their blistering ears
...and hurls the tragic only to be bounced off
the monument of entrails that will

never release
never water
never allow
never allow
always yell not to

outside the stone sits the mercenary
of souls entombed and preyed for
He puts his ear to each
finds the dragoned one and chooses

always to fight with the sword of surrender
always to water the seed and others
always to love
always to love
never to say I shouldn’t do that which is born of the baffling seed

The seed turns and fractures the stone
and leads through the fissure etched in pain’s surprise
it burgeons and begs the warrior for more
2013 noel mcnally