Winds of ages drying out the wrinkled skin,
a rasping breath rattles through lungs.
The bones of time creak ‘gainst each other,
sandy feel of thousand drying tongues.
Guardians of wisdom learned unto death
the answer to life’s great ask.
Through travel and travails all known
now forming the age-old old age mask.
And God has saved them all, saved them
all from becoming statues of sleep.
These standing gargoyles of sand now show
that the world is not quite half as deep.