Geraldine, Revisited.

There you are, planted on a bed
of rocks,
wheezing and hissing slowly,
choking every so often.
I turned you over successfully,
but you won't be moved.
I swore at you, I coddled you,
I prayed aloud,
but you sat, stony, silent, still.

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There you are, lying in a dirt
bed,
a stone marking your place on
earth.
I circle around, examine this new
filthy place and
decide that you don't belong here
amongst the damaged and forgotten.
I began to cry for you, to sob for you,
to pray for you,
but you sat, stony, silent,
still.