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Stone-Age Stones – Part Two

A poem by Michael Hawkes

August 12, 2021

That heap of stones still standing there,
In unseemly disarray,
Like broken teeth that gnash on air,
In silence scream of deep despair
To frighten fickle folk away.

The ancestors, it seems foresaw
How taking life could lead to war
And carry man away…
That bloodlust on the killing floor
Would ruin man for evermore,
These dolmen seem to say….

By standing still, resisting time,
With one stone held aloft, sublime,
They show that reverence is divine;
That truth alone, will stay.

Among the ancient standing stones,
The fossil-ed teeth, the lichened bones,
All bleached and stark in far flung fields
One dares to speak of distant times
When reverence and awe prevailed,
When spirit forces stood revealed…

Silent, I stand saturated
with the solace dolmen yield.

1/8/21 –  Hawkes

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Michael Hawkes is an 80-year-old survivor of all the world’s wars. He learned (and loved to rhyme) by torturing the hymns he had to sing at school. A retired West Coast fisherman living in Montreal since 2013, he is an unschooled Grandpa Moses writing an average of five poems every week.

Clearly has launched Reincarnate, Frames made from Recycled Plastic.

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