The arid desert left me parched
I tried to find a spot that was cool
I went down a wooden ladder
I found the shade refreshing
A light pulled me deeper into the earth
Man had been here for centuries
Wood lined the pathway
I continued as I was called somehow
The archeologist was muttering
I walked behind him
My breath left my body
As I looked at the past
Engraved in my mind forever
The tattered remains of someone
Unknown freshly found
A carefully hidden mummy.
13 May 2005
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