A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand
years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret.
A boy passes and throws a niggerhead that chips off the
end of the nose from the stone face; he lets fly a
mud ball that spatters the right eye and cheek of the
old looker-on.
The boy laughs and goes whistling “ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee.”
The stone face stands silent, seeming to clutch a
secret.
(Carl Sandburg)
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