Freedom Of Rock Poem by GRANT FRASER

if only I were much harder,
than you,

wouldn't that just do!

Shock X whatever it takes?

or a realisation that that
curling blood softness is not
on offer,

so wish for cold ocean water,
seizing every body print and crevice,

and so heavy to lift,
and not good company for any
old stone thrower,
trying to make them skim or splash!

as big as the Budicka Rock,
green, dark and ragged,

and ever ready for all the
waves, no matter how many,
to crash on my raised body,

plant me deep,
don't let me sleep,

let me solidify in eternities
darkness, with cold starry fish
storming past,

and the heaviest hardest eyes,
to vouch, that I have done your bidding...