Could rock, at last, at least attest
the best of human progress made?

The pyramids propose their points,
which Stonehenge does substantiate.

The dinosaurs: they do live on,
if fossils fleshed out in our minds.

Those Easter Island heads concur,
and Mesa Verde verifies:

yes, it could work a while - well,
until those stones return to dust.

Such "permanence" may long endure
should the universe permit,

but the questions: who would see?
know or care? decode or keep?

Attest © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: February 25, 2019