Looking in the Earth,
Evaluating the worth,
Finding bones of white
Bleached by aging time,
Washed and then placed in a line
Pondering all night,
Of what meaning you find.
An ancient being?
Ran down attempted fleeing?
Just a colonial cow
Whom died there somehow?
A discovering of worth
Revealed from the earth.



Gloom
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