"rock by joan spurrell-hotson rock old, cold with eternity to spare wooing a reluctant sun to its lichen-scabbed back. with unrelenting inertia the clawed furrows of its face bear witness to millennia of raw violence in loyal service to creation. from its mute vault of nature’s cataclysms what man deems treasure he tears at with greed and haste recording only waste all the while sowing fruitless seeds of wisdom to save his sorry soul. ashes to ashes. ~ "   Submitted By: NULL