The Monk


The monk looked at the rubble around him,

his thoughts silent even within him,

from far away he could hear the bells toll,

the sound made him shiver,

at memories with which he had grown.

His mind threw questions at the cosmos,

questions that were lost in the whirling galaxies of tomorrow.

The red robes fluttered around him,

and so did the torn yellow and blue flags that once stood proud.

He picked up a stone,

and threw it far into the ravine below,

the echo of it falling never reached him.

A voice inside him begged for a prayer,

but his heart felt weak,

and the words in his mind bleak.

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