Ruins

 Do you ever stare up at the ruins

of what life we used to have

like Egyptians standing in the shadow

of long lost glory

wishing for that time

when not everything was right

but more than it was wrong

You brought down our temples

you turned our pyramids to dust

with avarice and short sighted lust

and yet i still remain

a monument to your sin

and remain still

i will never be a memory

not some skeleton in your closet

added to the pile of the rest of your mistakes

no my dear,

this tomb carries a curse

and this bag of bones

is very very much alive...