David Taylor - Archaeology

Shall I use your words
or invent anew
to say what was known
in ancient times?
I would excavate the scene
and reveal what time
and time alone has concealed.
I do not create
but rather an archaeologist
digging through mental rubble
to find ancient tombs of thought
that are the antipathy of decay
buried beneath slothful mountains.
And when again their carcases are opened
great forests of knowledge spring up
in our fertile mind.
And it is ignorance that turns to dust
faced with ancient words, not mine.

David Taylor

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