Crying Stones

Cracked skilled hands
Chisel quiet stones
Miles away from the
Aching Kidron Valley
And we are the builders
Doing what we do best

Whet, whittle, chisel
Crack, smooth, polish
Honing our stone temples
Building our new religion
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Whet, whittle, chisel

We reject the rubble
We toss it out of hand
And roll it down our
Broken valley back
Until nothing can stand
Save these crying stones

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-24-2/

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