A splendid echo

I heard a splendid echo, said the mountain

she wondered if the mountain lied 

but the old seldom do

they have no use for it 

why would she hear an echo 

if she is the opposite of a cave?

speculation arose

maybe she was torn apart by thunder

or a train pierced through her belly

or men were mining cole and gold

and the echo was in fact, the cry of a gargle 

or maybe the sea, once remote

now splashes her —-kneeling 

but the mountain was not inclined to explain

she looked devilish and very confident

that hers was a splendid, splendid echo