That morbid ground set aside for me..
The tele-vons and trums and lives unknown,
who feel the weight of my stone..
I haven't done before. How can
I help these people in the hollows
of my floor? How can I look
and see.. who lies beneath my stone...
Chip, chip and chisel, grind my stone
And it is gone
yet I find that I have covered them
with pebbles and stonedust
...and still they fight the fragments of my stone.