The flintstone

BLOCK 1

They bargain over a rough stone terribly indebted to you
It’s not clear –
Is it a stone made of fire
Or a flintstone?


BLOCK 2

I owe a piece of my happiness
To this stone
You’ve turned to the rocks,
indebted to this stone . . .


BLOCK NO 3

I owe this stone


BLOCK NO 4

Demanding
As if by magic
From prison


BLOCK 5

I’m the mother of this stone
I’ve nourished it
I’ve shed tears over it
If the world is on fire
It’s my fault.


BLOCK 6

I’ve betrayed the air
God is disabled by it.


BLOCK 7

Have you taken a vow of silence?

THE FLINTSTONE