See, there
beneath the sands and cloaked in the slow glaze of grey time
there
in the dark below the cities of man-
there
covered in stone, cold throgh the ages
see
the bleached white twig bones of a little king crumble beneath the weight of time
powder and sift to
nothing-
see the firm-clasped bone claws stained blood-black
uncleased even by death and time.
