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The walls of
the museum listened
nightly they heard the moans.
We don't like it here, we are unsettled!
It was the spirit voices of bones.
The walls knew
the voices' dilemma
and understood the bones to a T.
They wanted to return to their Mother
and resume disturbed journeys.
Soon the people
of your tribe will come,
said the walls, this we can guarantee
and take you to your burial grounds
to continue spiritual duties.
Not until the
others have broken and related us,
poked, pierced, and carbon-dated us, wailed
the spirit voices of bones. If others want
to help they should just leave us alone! |