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Silent Faith into a Fossil

Corroding knowledge in the deep

By Alix McMurrayPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
Credit: Olena Lialina (via istockphoto standard license)

Sharp sledgehammer at evening-fall

Drowns out all flinty courage save

The cogitating clocks that chime

Silent faith into a fossil.

Jewels await in earthen caches

Plundered sainthood badges for

Many faithful fingers molding

Silent faith into a fossil.

Ringing ripe, the anvil cracks

Exposing pearls of hurt belief

In ink that clouds escape of prey

Fading bravery like a bruise.

Oceans beget walking fishes

And bony relics crusting over

From fallen fellows’ angry brine

Corroding knowledge in the deep.

War horses breathe the open plain

Galloping off on plunder sprees

Before them, armful dunes recline

Reviving lovers’ fear of dust.

Greed is quenched at drain of dawn,

The hammer pounds away in pity

As mountains digest all known roads

Silent faith into a fossil.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Alix McMurray

Come join me hanging out with the Dodo Bird on the beach, waiting for the odd chupacabra, or chasing shadows into corners. And you can read about my life as a therapist on Medium.com.

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  • Lisa A Lachapelle3 months ago

    Stunning beautiful

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