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