©2023 michael raven
dull granite
carved me, all
flint knapped away
to dust
useless now, cos
it is the only
way to be
no longer plagued
with overflowing
bury me standing
facing the setting sun
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sceadugenga 
Great piece, Michael. Made me remember something of mine:
The Granite Man
I am the Granite Man
You see my face
At every turn
But never know my name.
I am the Watchman’s bell
You hear my voice
Over land and sea
But never heed my
words.
I am the Tower’s light
I’ll point you left
And lead you right
But never show you home.
I am Dark Fortune’s door
With tempting sighs
Ajar I wait
But your eyes turn away.
I am the Granite Man
You see my face
At every turn
But never know my name.
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That’s a great one, Chris. Thanks for sharing it. 🙂
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Thanks, Michael, glad you liked it.
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