Bones of the Earth
slightly pointed boulders the color of rusty sand
all standing in unison in he middle of barren desolation
a conclave of stones in the emptiness
an empty cathedral on the edge of desert wastelands
someone abandoned their Gods.
they went to alter time again
first sacrificing their own blood and tears
to scratch a town out of a meager mining pit
then they sacrificed the lives of the children who
could be tricked into staying in the middle of no where.
In the end the stone Gods said nothing
and so the people left
And in the silence and the emptiness
when no one was about for a hundred miles
the stone Gods spoke their captive audience of wind and sand
and sang a song wind over the dried out bones of the earth
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