Sense Sonnet - Acher

Fall from Grace

For centuries, I formed in place,
Sculpted by all nature's tools,
Hovering in beauty and grace.
Then along came the human fools,
Romping atop me in their sprees.
But then at last the humans gave
Me "look but do not touch" decrees.
With tourists, I became a rave.
I guess that I did always know
That gravity and erosion
Would one day do me the heave ho.
That one day came and I was done.

One moment a great arch - world known.
The next, just one more pile of stone.