Silent Witness

There it sits
and stares,
accusing in its immobility.
Its smooth grey form
once pristine in its
sea polished state,
now marred by
rusted brown and
glutinous grey streaks.
What have you done?
it seems to whisper,
hushed amid the swell of tide.
What have you done?
But silence reigns.
There are no words
can give it back the
innocence of clean
and pure geology
it had before.
Before my hand completed
transformation,
from rock,
to weapon,
in one fell swoop.

Written for club prompt challenge