Past Poem by Dan Uriel

my soul still remembers
even now and without a break
a past unknown to me
but those sacred remains of bone
they deposited in me without knowing
just as the earth does not know what it carries
in which statues sleep next to statues
and the coffin is enclosed next to another

the voices were lost in silence
that he once had to echo
and I can hear the shreds of ancient sounds
as soon as they disintegrate and alive
and everything wakes up again
as much as in a great storm of strength
and it shows the foundations to the centuries
I'm guarding their last stairs