They gathered ‘round the crumbled stone
To see if it had but one bone
Since rumor in the town it be
That the stone had been a she.
A She, who with such strong willed glance
Could put most men in spineless stance
Which made them to forget the thrill
Of humanity, which caused to fill
Ev’ry pulsing capill’ry and vein
With rock, mineral, and with grain,
Replacing cells of white and red
…making stone their eternal bed.
And since humans were so eas’ly swayed
She continued on this erratic rage
And turned from breathing, cheery kind
New quarries for to be refined
And made into buildings and roads paved
For easier passages for those slaved
By machines that man did just create
Which crushed Mother Nature beneath the weight
Of steel and rod and bolt and nail
Creating for all a wonderful jail
Stocked full of materialistic delights
For humans’ now marbled hearts and rights
Which do now surely cease to be
Just as now does the one called She.