I told the story to the stone
to get some coldness to deaden my soul
'YESTERDAY I saw a number of crows wish that
God might bring ill upon humanity.
AS soon as the thought grew inside, a hundred
shocks of electric time from the nearby
standing pole met the crow with a spell. THE crow
hung still. SOCIETY to him render'd his zeal
to a classic saga, called obituary.
MY eyes suddenly dropped elsewhere. SAW I
a child draw milk with his lips fastened
to the udder of a cow.
DISCOVERED I some glistening drops of mica
in her eyes that bore with patience that
the unseen calf, killed and dead by now.'
I retold the story to the stone
to get some coldness to deaden my soul
Re-retold the story to the stone
and got some coldness to deaden my soul
Dibakar Sarkar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-silent-heart-of-a-stone/
