… strange skeletons
of dwelling places perhaps
peek up through the sands
like hidden leviathans
or predators crouched in ambush
… we dare not come closer
to these psychic graves
for an old madness lingers there
and no good can come of it
though their ancient pain still calls
… we avoid the stone-carved footprints
that lead towards the awful depths
and vast chambers
of their necropolis
where they restlessly demand new worship
… insatiable were their lives
until all was simply exhausted
maybe we do follow them
in some ways then
and their kind is come again …