I Am the Stone That Breaks All Hearts

by Bill Lewis

I am the stone

that breaks

every heart.

I am the stone

the masterbuilder

rejected.

I am the stone

in the flesh

of your cherry.

I am the stone

in the shoe of

your pilgrimage.

The dried pulse,

the irritant

beneath the

mattress of your

sleeplessness.

I am the stone,

scatterer of crows.

I am the stone

left unturned.

I am the stone

broken by windows.

I am the stone

that breaks

every heart.

About the Author:
Bill Lewis is a writer, artist, teacher, and performance artists from Kent, England. For more information, visit his Endicott bio page.

Copyright © 1996 by Bill Lewis. The poem first appeared in The Wine of Connecting, published by Lazerwolf Press. It may not be reproduced in any form without the author’s express written permission.