by Michael R. Burch
Here where the wind imbues life within stone,
I once stood
and watched as the tempest made monuments groan
as if blood
boiled within them.
Here where the Druids stood charting the stars
I can tell
they longed for the heavens ... perhaps because
boiled beneath them?
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Remains a mute witness
Invoked Miranda Rights?
Like a southern song singing on a dream scene.
a smooth fairy dance facing the Moon
a thrill of exposing Stonehenge once and for all
a melodious raindrop in the serene pond
a butterfly dance on the rose
a turned on tall tale of the blue peacock
Like a pure belief in heaven without a pinch of salt!
The builders of Stonehenge
Were pelvicly challenged
So they erected a monument
In such a way
That it could be interpreted
As a displacement activity.
And the rest as they say
— The End —