This place seems like a skeleton now
Bones of an ossified stone fossil giant
Bones left exposed eroded of meaning
Everywhere I look there are remnants.
Fragments of what was here before
And memories of people’s stories told
Echo through the land. Those memories
Handed down not knowing the reason.
Stories handed down, stories handed on
I was a small child then and so young
Painful to know that those stories told
Are not told now. That pitiless silence.
(Excerpt)
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