There was nothing left for the sun to burn,
nothing for fire to destroy,
nothing left but ashes and soil
and what was there can never return.
There was no more breath, no more life,
no signs of anything moving around,
except the dust in ghostly swirls
and breezy wails the only sound.
There was nothing left to identify,
no epitaph to carve in stone,
who worked this land and what they did
will never, ever, ever be known.
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