Stones from the Sky... Or.

To harden the earth
the rocks took charge;
instantly
they grew wings:
the rocks
that soared;
the survivors
flew up
the lightning bolt,
screamed in the night,
a watermark,
a violet sword,
a meteor,
a bomb...

The succulent
sky
had not only clouds,
not only space smelling of oxygen,
but an earthly stone
made by man
flashing here and there
change into a dove,
change into a bell,
into immensity, into a piercing
wind:
    into death and sorrow's.