Let the stone stand
the mountains seed

               planted

marked by arrogance
to commemorate some meaningless deed.

Let the stone stand,
the visionary’s pride

               sculpted

shaped by waking dreams,
that only the brutal rocks can confide.

Let the stone stand
the idealogue’s last breath

               buried

by thousands of its lesser
matching presence with cuts unto its death.

Let the stone stand
the titan’s bane

               humbled

laid low by the cutting slivers of time
leaving nothing more than a phantom pain.

Let the stone stand
as a reminder

               warning

pride is a chisel to make sand from mountains.