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Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

Ruins


And this was a civilization
That came to nothing--he spurned with his toe
The slave-coloured dust. We breathed it in
Thankfully, oxygen to our culture.

Somebody found a curved bone
In the ruins. A kings probably,
He said. Imperfect courtiers
We eyed it, the dropped kerchief of time.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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