What if: stone is what
you get. A gun of stone. What if
the table beneath it were:
& the walls catching the sound. What
if no one knew: you were
around. If people came: from stone
& found only that.
What if stones were: deaf & mute
& cold. What could be
warmed. What word would you hurl.
At what would you point
your blood. Of what is a stone:
composed: what holds what
to itself. What is there to break it
& why when it goes does it
go only: to smaller ones. A stone
has no center but itself. It only
breaks; it does not change. It only
goes from one to many. Stones
always exist. Stones always exist.
Stones always exist. Stones
always exist. There is no way out of this.
Copyright © 2013 by Rae Gouirand. “Blood and Stone” originally appeared in the winter 2013 issue of Handsome. Used with permission of the author.