Monuments to wrath or woe
Now animal trodden dug pits
Decaying homes lie vacant
Silent, forgotten families
Just melted like ice and snow
Under our feet remnants lie
Buried snapshots undiscovered
Waiting for a thirsty soul to dig
Uncover from natures grip
Secrets beneath histories tip.
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