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The Legacy of the Rock
by Richard Frankfurt

Sunday, November 02, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Once there was a tortoise
(A stalwart, honest beast, but not too bright)
That loved a rock, and mounted it each night;
The rock behaved as rocks are apt to do,
And whether or not the tortoise ever knew
The error of his ways, one thing is true :
Rocks are only fossilized dirt,
And it’s doubtful if anyone’s feelings were hurt.
I wanted her
But wasn’t sure she wanted me;
So I strangled her
And hid her in a hollow tree,
Under my winter cache of acorns,
Thought she was safe,
But on the subsequent morn,
I learned that she had
Run off with a necrophile,
And a gang of squirrels
Had eaten up my acorn pile;
The tree’s gone too,
Nothing to do.
       World Tree
Breath of the forest
Destitute at the edge of the world,
A murmur of passing sorrow
Stirring the bare branches,
Displacing the crows,
Rasping against the falling rain,
Clustering upon an ancient, moss-grown tree,
Hollow and rotten, but living still—
A mockery of life.





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