Castleton Tower

A rock is not
A rock. It is

A collection
Of old sandstone

That spent too long
Being compressed

Under the earth
In the same way

That so much stone
Lies underneath

Me this moment,
My own fly weight

Added to tons
Of younger rock

That will someday
Be washed away

To expose some
Heroic shape

That reminds bugs
With buggy thoughts

Of a bug priest
Or warrior bug

Or whatever
Bugs believe rules

And looks noble
As a tower.