The Stone
Leah Buckareff, Aidan Baker
You lead me to the stone
We dig in the cold earth
Fingers slipping through the dirt
Resistant and unyielding
Until we reach something colder
Colder than the earth
And pull and heave the stone
From its place of rest
Flip it over and expose to the sky
The words carved into its skin
Unread for years and years
For years unread and instantly
The sun leeches away all meaning
