Stone tablets --
Smashed.
Not one was left to stand upon another.
Not a single one.
Their mortar turned to powder,
To dust upon the ground,
Billowing in the breeze
That chilled the public square.

And the stones cried out --
Is there no one to put us
In order?
Is there no one to put us
Together?
Those stones lay unheard;
Finding no one left to listen,
For they had left, one and all,
Following each other
Out to the Desert,
In quest of a
Sacred Cow.