Where do yesterday’s echoes go
when the wind winds round canyon walls?
What sound is buried beneath such stone?
How many cries died in those petrified water falls?
From drowning souls screaming their prayers
at a granite faced god
lost in layers
of fossilized sod
sleeping stone dead
till time gnaws at its bones
with only sand to be bled
and even Mount Everest has shed
four meters off the top
proving anyone can climb Mount Everest
if they’re just patient in time
you won’t have to take the trouble to climb
you can let it come down to you.