The stones
The stones
Today I identify myself with one of them
They are grouped so close
That they can touch each other
But the individual coldness they pass on
Is so overwhelming
That any approaching living being can feel it
This coldness doesn’t allow any kind of group warmth
They are together
Yet miserably cold
Individually in group
Individually surviving
Individually they become dust
Becoming dust they lose their stone indentity
I feel like one that little by little
Slowly and miserably
Is losing my identity
By Jacira Kaplan