AT THE CORFU DIG
I've rattled the bones of Nature's last
archaeological tidbit : I came away with
all the dust of broken hearts and limbs.
The marks of all those students digging,
for naught, meant nothing, had no use
at all. Every night in Greece it was drink,
drink, drink. Some sang by fires, under the
open sky; other slipped away to fuck. But
why? Under all these madman-ancient-skies,
is there no place left for other men's dreaming,
other civilizations' tries? We walked the ruins,
constantly searching - a stupid university
group on Summer tour digging. Bones and
implements of kings and paupers. Everything
found, but nothing uncovered.
Bare and naked, all things were.
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