Stone Golem
Eyes looking out the cathedral window taking it all in.
Where did you go last night?
What happened to your eye?
When you chase after me, the women mock you.
Why should you care what anyone thinks?
You have changed your life’s plans since then,
Instead of roaming, you stay within the iron gates,
Listening to books about healing trauma.
Watching the cherry blossoms fall in the courtyard.
You sit, waiting, with your heavy legs folded,
Why do you cause yourself such pain?
It’s about the voice within, the lack of a stomach.
Knees bent and crumbling after so much time in prayer.
What’s that flapping, trembling, gong?
Your heart valves and clogged arteries?
No matter.
I am more worried for your brittle, thinning neck.
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