The Translations Of A Stone Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Translations of a Stone

This is a stone,
Black, greyish or white beneath the grass and the brown earth,
This is a stone.

Incapable of any violence or anger,
Hidden in the valley crib,
This is a stone.

Inorganic and for the sun, an absolute form of silence
The orbs has no rendered magistration or care.

Nature may flood a city,
Topple a tree,
But sinking or sunk, under tons of cryptal millennia,
This is a stone.

In syncopation and orchestrated matter of the universe,
The galactic death of a star,
This is a stone,

With unconcious literalness,
In utter sangfroid,
This is a stone.