fragments of the outcasts...shards of iron and of glass
littered among the dust
in trodden mud and
quenched cellular earth
chains to tow now loose
links buried in the snow
earthen branches sprawl
weaving the net to catch
these artifacts in time
mechanical bones, broken
vessels the holy relics
for the amassing graves
fenced in by weathered
wooden arms and claws
droughts and gully washes
play chess and move
their pieces around the squares
these gaming forces hold
the keys of crusted chests
and in the sinking sun
when loving lies are spun
sparkle the paths of past
the paths that resurrect
metallic inventions that
man has no decision for
hallowed rust to dust is
swallowed in a windy gust
then forgotten evermore
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