is a poem by Giles Morris
My heart is broken.
I pledge allegiance to slate, blood, and bone.
To the blue-brown slate on which I sat,
an S-shaped stairway to a white brick house.
In my 11th year, I scratched my name there
and shed my first tears of despair.
The roof of St. David's Church across the street also slate.
The only stone that shatters.
To blood because it makes me sick,
And reminds me that I'll die.
The color red.
And bone, the deepest pain.
A shallow grave baked bright in sun.
To Slate, Blood, and Bone.