That Which Remains
By David C. Kopaska-Merkel

hill
stone
laggard
member of
Hastur's erstwhile brood
betrayed by too many sunsets
unnumbered sacrifices once steaming and writhing
virgin doors too widely opened
rust stains or compost
unspoilt turf
the stone
stands
yet

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