The Secret of Archeology
Who knows the generations of death
that lie deep beneath the soft green grass
that flattens beneath your feet?
Who can imagine the lives,
the adventures, pains, sorrows and joys
that once surged in the bodies now buried?
Dig deeply, if you desire, and
exhume the rotted flesh of the past,
seeking the secrets of death, or
wonder instead at the flowers
that grow the brightest
and rise above the shadows
in the graveyards of love.
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Do NOT ask me what this one means. I have no idea. It just came out and I liked the images and sound of the words. Poetry is like that sometimes. The picture is of Uxmil, a temple complex in Mexico and the only thing that it has in common with the poem is the idea of archeology. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom
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