Mountain erring is human - Kafkaesque personification of a mountain

Mountainous - there's a joke in there somewhere Funny how I just appeared one day Or at least that's how it feels I've observed others rise and fall Whilst I stay put There's more to me, weight, heaviness I hold the skeletons of thousands My soil fertile with their bodies and brains All that thinking, then endings To keep me engaged, the longest endings help; the most thought goes into them, me I'm gifted with seasonal change, so many of my days frozen, never to the core The only way to enjoy verdancy - contrast of profusion and sparsity To be layered is exquisite, I'm exquisite Particularly with the sun as a backdrop That's the thought, the beauty in death's thought Decomposing whilst composing - no body (or brain) finds that amusing, but I'm here for millennia - I'll work on my delivery Being mostly a graveyard and a place of other fertilising contributions doesn't make me less fun It's a funny slant; needs some crafting into an act It's a thought that was planted a while ago: "Comedian" - I loved it immediately Deadpan seems generally my go to, perhaps black humour: "the final act, you'll die for" More walk ins than worth of mouth, obviously, zero repeat visitors, though some repeat on me Maybe I'm looking to die on stage, maybe that's my fascination Or at least get a heckler - I'd like that, just for the summer season.