'Ain Ghazal

Ode to an Archeological Site

L. Lee Scott
Beneath the painted plaster
Lie bones bleached by millenia
Crushed by the burden of ages.

Hidden with the rock-built walls
Tiny skeletons hide, reaching out
For life that fled too soon

Abandoned long ago by people
Whose fingerprints, unique,
Mark tiny beasts of clay.

The arid wind blows dust
Where once a spring gave life,
Now home to silent mystery.

Published by L. Lee Scott

Studied archaeology, linguistics, classical music,psychology, and beauty; worked in environmental monitoring & compliance. Love dogs and always have at least one! I'm a member of the largest national dog bre...  View profile

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  • Secretsides5/7/2008

    You know when we visited the museum in Chicago and saw the mummies, there was a part of me that felt so insignificant. I can't explain why, I guess because physically we will all end up either dust or dried up bones. What stories those bones of those tiny little ones could tell. Lovely poem about such a very sad tale.

  • Stephen Joltin4/21/2008

    Great poem, greater mystery!

  • Smorg4/11/2008

    You know, matie, sometimes I wonder what those ancient folks whose tombs got invaded by archeologists think of it... On the one hand it'd seem an irritating invasion of privacy, but on another... their story is getting told to new people centuries after they died... Over all, they're being useful for others long after they could have imagined themselves to be. That's probably a good thing, ay? :o)

  • ALBAN MEHLING4/1/2008

    Thank You fer sharin'. mizpah. ;-}}>

  • 3lilangels4/1/2008

    I really enjoyed this one, excellent job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • J P Whickson3/31/2008

    I enjoy this because I can picture you seeing it on an expedition looking at the remains.

  • Charlie K3/31/2008

    I like this one!

  • jcorn3/31/2008

    I really enjoyed the form, subject and style of this one.

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