Stone Prophet

Tor House Under ConstructionHis father was a preacher.
His mother was a poem.
Maybe he was raised by Mars
And taught to see by stone.

He didn’t wander Sinai
Or immolate a bush.
He didn’t build a giant boat
Or feed a giant fish.

He built a pulpit
With his hands
And granite
From the sea.

He stacked the rock
From ground to God
Right up to forty feet.

For forty years he prophesied
With verses for his robes.
The people called him poet,
But everybody knows.

© 2013 Kaweah


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