The Rifle in the Stone

By JAROD STURYCZ – The Abstract Section

Structure unmoved for 900 years

Has grown like roots and diamonds and tears.

Many kings and leaders have come and gone.

But only he that is true

Will heave the rifle from the stone.

A naive new settlement has landed ashore

Where men in chains sing songs for the young.

They have found their metal and fuels galore

And load it in their ships and aircraft lungs.

But only he that is true

Will heave the rifle from the stone.

 

Pretending, always regressing, come dropouts white as chalk

To the fields of mud and spikes that end them while they stalk.

Back home, the students clothes have changed with the tides

But the dropouts remain, hunting villages like animal hide.

In the jungle the meat rots, but the sun shines through still,

The ones untrue spot a rifle plunged into a hill.

But before the green flyers could remove this monument to their faults,

The voices of students bring this deathmatch to a halt.