hammer

Under the crack of the enduring Silence
the clay boy
quakes

As a hammer the windless echo descends
in yellow night
crushing

And the storm ends and the rain quits
and there is naught
but desert

He waits in fear for the scarring blow
long forever years
It comes

This silent era of prowling wolves
the boy stalked
despairs

The wordless prayer brings Silence more
the deliverance
detained

Hunching broken lost and fearful
child of mud
crushed

Before the foretold stroke is wrought
the hurt already
shatters

The air between is weapon fierce enough
to break fearful
a heart

Scatters the crafted dirt by feeted trample
passing sojourners
ignore

Clinging to clothes and hands the broken
travels the world
around

His name forgotten his time relinquished
as should be
should be