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Reaching Out



Sifting through the sands of time

for footsteps long forgot,

smothered by the wind-blown dust,

covered by earth’s crumbling crust,

memories are stirred to life,

reach out with fingers from the past,

the graveyard yawns, remains exposed,

bygone eras, long-gone aeons,

shadow figures buried in

an avalanche of history,

bacteria, microorganisms set free.


©Denise G Allen, 11 October 2014 07:06

NB: This was written with Ebola in mind