a small rock lay in the path
lay like a small doubt
right in the way of the careening hooves of a thousand horses
it wanted to cry out, but it was a rock, a stone, a solid silent nothing.
why wasn't it given a tongue to clamor, or a drum to strike or a larger rock
to shadow it
from
the four thousand unchangeable shocks
that
rocks are heir to?
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