Archeologist

He finds a whorl of life
in carbonised patterns.
Words without voice,
ebony fingerprints,
artefacts, of being.

Misspent drifts of choice,
hidden, saved, carelessly lost.
Stored decadence revisited,
through split lense goggles:

Utopia,

Neglect,

Decay.

Communal middens hold secrets,
careless discards reveal
what we were, what we are;

what we will be
and he weeps.

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