a bunch of rocks

“It’s just a bunch of rocks,”
They all said
I sat there quietly fuming
At the ignorance of it all
And thought
What about the history?
Aren’t you curious at least
To know what they meant
Who took the time to put them there
For worship, love, magic
Or power?

 “It’s just a bunch of rocks,”
They all said
The next time they moaned about life
Or money
Their ‘phone
Or some other trivial bullshit
I wanted to say
“You’re all just a bag of bones”
Like it doesn’t matter

You’re just a complex arrangement
Of sub-atomic particles
What’s the big deal?

When you’re gone
And the Universe has rearranged your molecules
Into another lump of complaints
Or something more worthwhile
The rocks will still be there.