Words for the Chisel (collection)/The Unfaithful

by Genevieve Taggard

The Unfaithful

Break me a bread not made with hands,And I will eat and never moreGo wandering forth in foreign landsLooking—what am I looking for?

Or teach me how to brew my ownDrink, 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.)