Words for the Chisel (collection)/The Unfaithful

4363111Words for the Chisel — The UnfaithfulGenevieve Taggard
The Unfaithful
Break me a bread not made with hands,
And I will eat and never more
Go wandering forth in foreign lands
Looking—what am I looking for?

Or teach me how to brew my own
Drink, and how to make such bread;
Others, asked, have offered a stone—
You must give me myself, instead.

And I will thus reward your love:
Never to eat of you again,
And stand alone, and never move,
And look like rock—to other men.

(Too hollow for you to ask much of,
But a rock to anchor other men.)