Stones in His Pockets

False rain coursing earthward upon
A hundred miens of stone
Chipped uncivilly by masons wielding
Shears that cut that which once was
Spun, measured and now lies rent beside
Ambitions drowned like October apples
Buried in water dragged down by
Stones in his pockets

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