Time to be a Statue
Time to turn to stone, deflect invasion,
Impenetrable to disaster, decay, and depredation.
Gulls drop prizes, from high above, against my granite skin,
Breaking open shells - ironic reminders of my former life.
Their hard cases scattered on the ground.
Once a fortress, now an inviting bowl.
I am spared. I am stone. My very core
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