this virgin sepulcre
once it is violated,
we can never claim innocence
in our quest for knowledge
dank smells, like a guardian
assault us with the fragrance of isolation
and the mute voices of bones
tell tales of grief and woe
A contest entry
- prompt inspired, 16 entries, 8 lines by Grey Mouser.
600 points, ended December 11, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice take on the prompt, how the ages have hidden much, yet with that first look into the passage we find loss. Thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser
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