The Lone Monolith

​The Monolith seems ageless,
enduring endless moments,
while buttressing the heavens,
surviving epoch's agents,
this monument of stone.

The wonder of existence,
in awe by sage and scholar,
would motivate conjecture
of origins in squalor,
its purpose yet unknown.

When seen from vast horizon,
it squats in desolation,
the wind and rain exposing
the Monolith's foundation,
and setting nature's tone.

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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