In Stone

I look at you
They dont know
As you lie
aimless, resting
in time and space
against
that black marble
what you are capable of

But I do

You seem dead to some
useless to others
But its the silent ones
you have to look out for

Your power is dormant
Your respect endless
like eternal night
Many a man have tried to lift
you from that stone

Just to resign
into hard labour
and binge drinking

You lie there, serene
black against black
Biding your time
Your ink harmless to the fool
a poison in the hands of others

Ink that start wars and end harts
Ink that bring grown men to tears
and send women into hard labour

But you resist
the temptation of pride

Saving yourself for the one
Who can lift you
from that stone
And write poetry