As I staggered softly to my home,
whistling, giggling, I heard a groan.
I stopped, concerned, and stole a peek
to see a bloodied stone in the street.
My neck, it bristled like a wolf,
a hackle rose, and goose-bumps goosed.
‘Is anyone there?’ I shouted, brave,
but no single answer came.
I shrugged, I turned, continued my stroll,
to reach my modest, lonely home,
when I heard a pitter-patter on the road
and turned to see the bloodied stone.
No eyes as such, yet parts did glisten,
as though some macabre mind was on a mission –
but such thoughts! Thoughts from one so drunk!
I laughed and turned and slowly slunk.
‘An evil stone? What crude, strange thoughts!
I must be half-a-penny short!’
I laughed and carried on my stroll
yet my heart stopped dead when I heard the stone.
It didn’t speak as such, but scraped a whisper
and said: ‘Your wife… do you still miss her?’
I wiped my eyes, said: ‘Leave me alone.’
yet my body shook with icy bones
‘I know you well, oh little man.
I know you are a drunk. I know you ran.
Your stricken wife, she needed you,
yet you ran away, you cared for you.
I am a righteous stone. I right the wrongs.
Your time is up. It won’t be long.
I will take you sir, will take you now.
It can be easy, painless, if you allow.’
I shook my head. I mopped my brow.
A fetid fever, am I sick?
Stones today, tomorrow a brick?
I laughed, my conscience was out to play.
No time for games. I ran away.
I heard the pitter-patter follow me home
this conscience hungry, righteous stone.
A supernatural stone, a ghostly spectre
bought to this earth to bully and hector.
I reached my door, ran in, and turned the lock.
Safe at last, I laughed and mocked.
I opened my letterbox, put my mouth to the gap,
and felt the stone crash against my teeth,
The stone forced itself inside my mouth,
I coughed and choked and fell about.
A mouth full of blood and broken teeth,
the stone rummaged around, a violent creep,
clattering, crashing, fighting to break through,
my throat was raw, my terror grew.
A violent violation, an awful dream,
for help I tried to shout and scream.
Merely gargles burbled out,
my eyes they bulged, my nose a spout.
The stone blocked my airways, the light turned black.
I saw my wife. No turning back.