The secret of these hills was stone 

Of that stone made and crumbling roads 

That turned on sudden hidden villages 


Now over these small hills they have concrete 

That trails black wire, pylons, those pillars 

Bare like nude giant girls that have no secret 


But far above and as far as sight endures 

Like whips of anger with lightning danger 

There runs the quick perspective of the future 


This dwarfs our emerald country by it's trek 

So tall with prophecy, dreaming of cities 

Where often clouds shall lean their swan white necks