Stone on
stone
Moss on all
Ages gone
Jungle
crawls and creeps around and on.
Tomb in air,
crumbled
Rot and ash
Flies buzz,
grass
Grows and
spreads
Bird calls
cackle and
All alive
the stone
Calls, warm.
I lie
Spread-eagle
atop acropolis and drift:
Hear trades
and lives
Families,
wars, and eons
Of life amid
this jungle
Stone of
fire.
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