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Fishing rock

 

Black monolith
annealed of numberless obsidian dice
waiting to be worn free, rolled by wave fingers
without tally

moon wins,

aloof in remote gravity,
yet formed
of the same force
that later melded the billion particulars
of this rock into an awe-shape

disks of pumice, black dice,

no bones                all vaporized

no delicate inlines to suggest the powerful outlines
that once shot through sea like a shower of arrows

sun the archer

only a gray tufa-like slab crowning the black rock—
spolia of an empire, fossil-less
as the moon.

The sun stops first at its altar.