G.S. Allen

Erosions - Poem by G.S. Allen

The days
Like granite crowns
Come tumbling down
Broken from
Their towering progenitor
Pinpoints of the sun
Reflecting from
Newly-cleft facets
That will soon harbor
An inclement dust
When come to rest
In a wash of
Weathered tailings
Variegated by grain
A hierarchy of durance
Rising from the plain
And foiled by turbulence
From rivulets of rain
Borne upon monsoons
That are themselves
Each stone’s ultimate end
Crystals of dust ascending
Upon the wind
Nearly without gravity
An infinite fellowship
Browning out the sun
In a veil of feigned evening
And where once the stone
Reigned quietly alone
It is newly given to travel
As minute and humble
As a smear upon the brow
As a lone grain that can
Tax an eye to weeping
Or settle on a bread crust
The pious will ingest
In remembrance
Of their savior’s death


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 14, 2008

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