Rock, Paper, Scissors

I read this in about 3 and a half years ago and worked hard to keep the title in my mind. I loved this poem from the first read and didn't ever want to forget it; it's called"Song of the Powers" by David Mason.

Mine, said the stone,

mine is the hour.

I crush the scissors,

such is my power.

Stronger than wishes,

my power, alone.

Mine, said the paper,

mine are the words

that smother the stone

with imagined birds,

reams of them, flown

from the mind of the shaper.

Mine, said the scissors,

mine all the knives

gashing through paper’s

ethereal lives;

nothing’s so proper

as tattering wishes.

As stone crushes scissors,

as paper snuffs stone

and scissors cut paper,

all end alone.

So heap up your paper

and scissor your wishes

and uproot the stone

from the top of the hill.

They all end alone

as you will, you will

Okay, so it's not the happiest poem in the world (the author endured some tough things in his life that show up in his writing). But, the rock, paper, scissors imagery is so magical.