He stood there.
Co-existing with
Water
Grass
Mountains
Every form of a beating heart.
He looked down.
He was too busy
In the rocks
To notice
The gray sky cast above.
He chose the rocks.
Over the
Water
Grass
Mountains
His heart.
He chose the rocks.
The
Sulking
Dark
Gray
Dehydrated
Rocks.
They were given to him in a trophy,
a trophy
free of fingerprints and DNA.
And he shook the rocks.
The rocks
Shook
Howled
And bruised
Until they bled to death.
Now the rocks are no more.
Then the mountains were no more.
And the grass was no more.
Now all that remains is the blood at his feet,
the grayer sky above his head,
And the calm isolation in his heart
because he sacrificed the death of all
for himself.
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