Large in a field
and lichened—some marks
in black,
others
curry or
rust.
Stone with other stones,
lying together, half
buried,
impeding
the plow.
The heft of them, though,
and their power.
“Try
to move us,” they
say.
And, “Feel our weight.”
Thus, the power of limestone,
granite,
basalt.
Bow down low, then.
Scrape your forehead
on the
ground.
