The Grave of the Stonekeeper【POETRY】

The Grave of the Stonekeeper

The grave of the Stonekeeper marks our end in paradox
He places the stones at the finale of every story but his, so
Can he truly ever end?

The Stonekeeper knows his lid will not be capped despite being filled
He knows there is no punctuation on humanity
Even if all and him are long gone
His job a sombre one, but necessary

Nobody to remember,
Nobody to shed a tear
At the kindness of the Stonekeeper
Until the cell divides many years;

The Earth growing and rotting,
Restoring to the roots of Everytree.
A new Human arises from these divided cells
Though it is different, unknowingly.

Exploring a new, broken world,
This creature among her friends
Discovers the bones of the old grave.
The Stonekeeper’s purpose is unmarked and unfound,
Even an archeological genius is unfit to find the lowdown.

New Humanity breeds its cities, its world.
Every essential metal recrafted.
Even here, decades pass in few pages,
The true details left only to those who witness.
But it will all be lost and found and lost again.

As New Humanity breeds its cities, its world every day
Until it too falls to its own hands
,he stands above a buried open tomb,
And the new Stonekeeper.
digs his nescient grave.