I am a sentinel ~ poet of stone.
Standing apart ~ standing alone.

I do not ****** ~ no toast from a glass.
I do not think ~ about things of the past.

I am no wooden flute~ played with lightness and ease,
My breathing on earth ~ has long ago ceased.

I'm no longer able ~ to hear and to talk,
But, when I move ~ YOU WILL HEAR ME WALK

I'm not man or woman ~ I'm not boy or girl
I no longer see ~ with the eyes of this world.

I cannot touch ~ and I cannot feel
But I can exist ~ I assure you, I'm real.

I'm on an Easter island ~ a massive stone head
All those who made me ~ are long ago dead.

I am the likeness ~ of their greatest god
But they're all gone now ~ isn't that odd?

Those great stone carvings ~ a metaphor be

Those silent stones ~ are actually ME.



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Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2014