These Cliffs Don’t Echo

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.

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