Undug

From whence doth come..
These dusty ghosts 
Cracked..whitened bones of yore 
Sockets..empty ..hollow story 

Who knows.. the gaze they cast

They saw plenty 

Measured... by the healed chips
The skeletal definer 
Judged... by that which still adorns
Rings of gold...true armor holds 

This ancient warrior's valour 

His caliber 

Laying here...just fresh unearthed
Each inch...a century gone 
History...piled on histories maker
Once...he had a song 

Sung.. it was..by voices strong 

But that was....long ago...