The Monumental Whisper
acrylic / canvas

In a dark lichened voice they speak
as he goes by.
The stones... which have been silent
since the world dared not mention his name,
cry their husky tones
like a crow's beak on rock.

"Onward" ! They say and frame his name
in heavy flinted throat
their tongue so long unused
its ancient syllables dusty and cracked
now fill the air
with monumental whisper.

"Go on " ! They delight , granite hewn
this time so long awaited
"Go on and tell them " !
and giggling as only rocks can
. . . they take their turn at last.