Weeping Rock
To me, the folk and bright
Gem-jewels that glittered, shone,
Were caught with jealousy.
They looked at mine, my throne.
“So blest, divine!” I bragged!
I tore through crowds, bejeweled
And slender hands, my cries
Reverberating, fueled
the Godly wrath. Her son
and daughter came with bow
and arrow. Hunt for suckling
babes. They killed them so slow!
What lesson hid in death?
In killing all of them?
Each spurt of blood, would gleam,
Would seem ruby, seem gem.
The glittering and sheen
Of ruby stream after
Stream, bodies doused in dream–
A nightmare of laughter.
Red! All is red! The sky,
The river, rocky clay!
And tears form streams, my eyes
Are scarlet red decay!
Consuming stone destroys
My face, like light through egg
The light is red. Oh would
That I had chance to beg!