Stone/Rock

Say stone.

It emerges from the mist,

sibilant like a lizard’s hiss,

then wth the moan of an ancient beast,

It ends on a drone.

 

Say rock.

A slap on the face,

then a tiger’s growl,

A roar like a rising wave

Slamming against the cliff

exploding hard in spray.

Stone is smooth and round

Nice to hold in your hand,

weather worn,

a sacred sound.

Stonehenge is stone.

Rock is sharp and harsh.

Jagged, dense, a shock

Like climbing a talus slope.

Rock is secular and has

no pity.