Weeping Rock

To me, the folk and bright

Gem-jewels that glittered, shone,

Were caught with jealousy.

They looked at mine, my throne.

“So blest, divine!” I bragged!

I tore through crowds, bejeweled

And slender hands, my cries

Reverberating, fueled

the Godly wrath. Her son

and daughter came with bow

and arrow. Hunt for suckling

babes. They killed them so slow!

What lesson hid in death?

In killing all of them?

Each spurt of blood, would gleam,

Would seem ruby, seem gem.

The glittering and sheen

Of ruby stream after

Stream, bodies doused in dream–

A nightmare of laughter.

Red! All is red! The sky,

The river, rocky clay!

And tears form streams, my eyes

Are scarlet red decay!

Consuming stone destroys

My face, like light through egg

The light is red. Oh would

That I had chance to beg!