And this was a civilization <br />That came to nothing--he spurned with his toe <br />The slave-coloured dust. We breathed it in <br />Thankfully, oxygen to our culture. <br /> <br />Somebody found a curved bone <br />In the ruins. A kings probably, <br />He said. Imperfect courtiers <br />We eyed it, the dropped kerchief of time.<br /><br />Ronald Stuart Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ruins/
