THE GIANTS
Thing alive, in the wee world you live
Giants above shifting, shoving
Moving rock plates
You, hexagonal thing, you wish
Return to your post, a spent past
Doing new things
Odd, we push to revive what once was
They grind columns, mold vast bridges
Pathways unwind
Huge cretins, neglecting sentiment
Mindful of mortar, defiant
Saga builders
The giants construct without our words
Bury what’s forgotten beneath
Unwonted woe
Ages of sediment, molten mores
Disabused diary entries
Pressed into naught
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