She stole my rock
on a Saturday
Cracked the code
that Sunday
Unwrapped the Kevlar
on Monday
and dropped it
Shattered fragments
of ore and core
rock and quarts
scattered across
the floor
Leaving
that
familiar
fading
away
It takes years
to build
a rock hard
heart
Minutes to mine it
Seconds to crush
into powder
No time
at all
to sweep up
and
discard
[.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Alistair, such a great poem👍👍👍