The Archaeologist
the archaeologist stood
on the original floor
above her was laughter
loving and war
the archaeologist stood
at the foot of a pit
beside broken lepers
and gentlemen sit
the archaeologist stood
in the ditch of a moat
where bloodied invaders
and townsfolk would float
the archaeologist stood
to her knees among bones
of all history's people
in all of their homes
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