English Language and Literature / Ephemera / et cetera / Poetry / Uncategorized

The Ruins

The Ruins

 

I want to live among the ruins,

 among blocks I’ve stumbled on:

 the remnants of a childhood

 —its own ancient civilization—

 ended before the scribes

 could hammer it out.

 

 I want to live among the ruins,

like an historian or archeologist:

 brushing carefully each sanded step

 —tools and footprints left behind—

 calculating how & when,

 the stairways and tunnels

 —elaborate algorithms—

 figured passing of days and years.

 

I want to live among the ruins,

 breathing amid dust and stones:

 reviling and revering old temples

 —the artful sacrifice—

 & deities found mortal.

 

I want to live among the ruins,

 though I no longer dwell within them.

 Echoing discovery for those who come next:

 —reincarnate history—

 I stake a claim for my own humanity.

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