“Eulogy for the Old Man of the Mountains”
You might have thought stone would stay,
wind and water so slowly sculpt the Earth
it seems the lightest caress to the
span of human eyes.
The Old Man, his granite face
watched over the valley since before
we were here to thank him.
You might have thought he would have
been there still and ever after our
short span with the world.
Earth. A cascade of rock shouting
a last lesson. A gift for us,
his grandchildren of flesh:
All things end, says the stone.
Your steel, your concrete, your spires of glass
are nothing but a blink of my eye.
Enjoy the stars while you have life
to embrace them. Their light
like my rocky bones will forget you.
The only time is now.
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