Lost Civilization Poem by Ben Bump
Lost Civilization
These words our silent footprints,
along the path of time,
like drawings on the walls of caves,
that none may ever find.
Our thoughts were once a living thing,
and like bones they will be scattered,
neither created nor destroyed,
someday none of it will matter.
You've given these words a purpose,
now carry on the same,
for the poets who walked among us,
long lost without a name.
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