Archaeologic
Rosetta Stones spoke nothing of
these ancient symbols, what they meant:
inscriptions
observed everywhere
their mystic scriptures etched in stone
by diamond, fire, metal, bone
in syntax
stranger with each pass
around adornments on the glass
discoursing
from some tongue unknown.
What did they say? What have they shown,
these artifacts new hands unearthed?
Was it of love?
For death or birth?
Each dig augmented mystery
and questioned present history
and seemed to warn
of more to mind
beyond what most presumed to find
in erstwhile verse an age erased
old myths or math
time had displaced
then buried for some thousand years,
preserving what would disappear
to be retrieved,
revived again.
To what effect, no one can say.
What truths are gained or lost each day
for centuries
or evermore?
What futures lie behind those doors
we've yet to open toward the past?
Will we rejoice
or be aghast?
Archaeologic © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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150 words. Prompt 4 selected. Down the Rabbit Hole prompt challenge - link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2771982-down-the-rabbit-hole---After-Midnight-2-16-
For LNP: I would need a reader, please. Blanket per. should be on file.
Submitted: February 10, 2021