I found a piece of gray and black
half buried half forgotten in the earth
embraced by older arms for sure
lost amidst breeze and mocking green
new stone
old bone
once still fresh like summer pine
once still lush and sun-stretched tall
now rock-dead through and through
laid low beneath descendants’ feet
a memory of a memory of life once lived
empty epitaph
engraved by fingers of wind and water
like lead and death in my hands ’til
it pressed an offered elegy to my mind
"now what with glistening eye you see
so one day as marble dry shall you be"
Harnessing Chaos 