My life began as a stone
A million years was my age
Then some stranger took me in
And dumped me into some cage
It wasn’t long before I moved
I was thrown into a hot bath
When I immerged I wasn’t the same
My future directed down some molten path
They forced me into a metal setting
Making me conform to some new shape
I was pounded and banged into submission
My journey a serious of transitions
Stopping long enough to be measured with some tape
I don’t know why but they married me
To something that felt like home
Together we were placed into a box
And mixed with others no longer to be alone
Sometime later we were moved again
And locked behind some imposing gate
We still didn’t know what we were
The purpose of our being they did not state
Then one night when it was very quiet
We were ripped from our box prison
The next we knew we were stuffed inside a hole
Some dark tunnel made of my long lost cousin
We spent the next few days spinning in position
Barely catching a glimpse of the light
When we didn’t think we could take any more
We felt the coolness of the cold night
If we had ears we would have heard
Singing and actors at play
Instead we experienced the clicking of metal
Knowing that our destiny would change this day
A loud explosion came and went
A fellow prisoner disappeared in a blinding light
A hammer then crashed upon my own head
My marriage partner vanished next from sight
I was soon discarded upon a cluttered floor
Two others like me now also lay in something red
Next to them rested the end of human hope
And what remained of a once famous man’s head
It was many years before I really knew
That my marriage partner had killed Abe
Had God but given me the ability to act
For his life I would surely save
So now I sit inside some glass case
To be gawked at by groups and those alone
Although my life as a spent cartridge isn’t bad
I’d prefer to be remembered just as a stone
