Melting

The rock looms large above me,
the petrified remains of the last time the sun burned
in the time of giants.
Giant rocks and giant creatures fused together in the fire.
Look!
There's one with a long nose!
Or maybe it's a beak.
And there's a human molar,
surely.

And here I stand now,
on my tiny rock.
Now I'm lit by moonlight,
but soon the sun will rise
and consume us
fuse us together
and we are both so small,
I am not sure anything will remain
after.