Sunday, October 13, 2013

Ruins

Disjointed the excavation.
Excavators in ruins now
Need to restore and show why
The bones of statues replaced in restoring
Are worth our effort and our trouble
With our heaps of debris

Disjointed, the excavators
Need to show
The bones
Are worth our trouble

The bones are trouble

Bones trouble

One

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By Kim Dammers
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