I watched a man caught between a pair of millstones
Struggling to breathe as they slowly crushed him
Pressing his internal organs to their limits
Fragmenting his living skeleton into many pieces
And yet, he survived, persevered, and even seemed to enjoy
Defying death, tempting death, taunting the millstones
Until a sharp piece of bone broke through the barrier
Of the man's skin, his seemingly impenetrable armor
Was too thin and too delicate to defend against bone and stone
No longer laughing, he fainted at the sight of his own blood
Undone by an inside forced out
As the millstones red dominance, center upon irrelevant laborers
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