hours spent whittling
on a hopeless poem
all that is left is this
small stone
mareymercy.
Horror, Photography and Frivolity
hours spent whittling
on a hopeless poem
all that is left is this
small stone
mareymercy. 
Very meta. 🙂 I love it, though it also leaves me to wonder what you did with the whittlings? You could still scoop them together and rebuild. Some kind of papery poem-golem.
In actuality it was a photo that died, not a poem – but I couldn’t get that to work so I changed the story. 🙂