A Poem Inspired by Native American Indian Ruins

I gasp at the ruin of the land
A tear falls uncontrolled
Only to dissipate in the summer heat
My heart it aches
A sob escapes
It lands on the earth as a dirt devil
To spin its way,
Notice! Look!
But such small signs are ignored
While Mother Earth stirs
From a troubled sleep
Oh Lady,
I still try
Although I no longer exist on this plane


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