Familiar

Faithful is buried here
on the big round hill
forever staring out into the vale.

His name,
once beloved,
once carved into the earth.

Flocks of years faded his words
until all that remained
were furrow and tale.

The sun burns holes
through the tissue paper dawn
and warms the stones around his feet.

Feet that once caressed the ground
and told more of its fortune
with each step.

When eternity comes to find you
it will find you bound to the earth
on the big round hill.