Man Of Stone

Man of stone along the slope,
do you not fear that which
curls from the base of your bare
feet? Uplifted by giants you
see that which is not seen by
the sky gazing eye of man.

Away, away the snaking light
of the world, spreading its
soft burn with it; you, you
stand firm in your stony roots
finding the truth in contrast;
flooding the air with age.

Giant of generations,
they may try to blast you down
with years of sand grit words,
but you stand strong along
the horizon, a haunting reminder,
the power of the past.