The Chumber Poem by Dan Uriel

my soul still remembers
even now and without a break
the passing unknown to me
but whose sacred bone remains
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 a coffin

the continuous murmur of a caption
sounds foreign, and sounds like a bell
through the air, time is separated from the clock
like some carnations from their scent
his voices were lost in silence
which he once had to echo
I think I can hear the shreds of ancient sounds
although soon they will disintegrate

and sometimes everything wakes up
as much as in a great storm of strength
and it shows the foundations to the centuries
I'm guarding their last stairs