Plateau

Artists : Nirvana : Plateau

Many a hand has scaled the grand
old face of the plateau.
Some belong to strangers
and some to folks you know.
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts
are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills
and shake the many hands.

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds.
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words.

When you've finished with
the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen.
And the work it was fun

Many hands began to scan
around for the next plateau.
Some say it was Greenland
and some say Mexico.
Others decided it was nowhere
except for where they stood.
But those were all just guesses,
wouldn't help you if they could.