I have lain here for millennia
watching ages pass.
Great beasts once roamed my slopes.
I saw them take to the air.
Their leathery calls scarring the sky.
In a fiery eye-blink they were gone.
Ice flows then kissed my rugged cheek
with cold, thin, sticky, lips
and time ushered in a new form of dominion.
But they too have all but gone now
transforming themselves into machines
which will devour everything
like the great beasts of old.
But I will still endure, watching
ages pass, for millennia more…