But it has no concern for my flesh or my mind.
It sits there in silence, and will ever more
No matter whatever there was at my core.
- Sarah Kishler
The rock in the lake is an ominous sight
If it screamed, it might sound how a black demon might.
It tears out my thoughts and it puts them too death
And it spits out the taste of my too-human breath.
The rock cannot wish any harm to my kind
But it has no concern for my flesh or my mind.
It sits there in silence, and will ever more
No matter whatever there was at my core.
- Sarah Kishler