Bonesman

Under the ruins
Is where you’ll find me
Engraved in ancient fossils
Clay model at every bazaar.
Stone pillars atop soil
Soaked in black gold
Tell our story-
Precious lands
Where the mighty once trod.
Forgotten soldiers of Carthage
Gluttons to iniquity
Homage paid by statues no more.
My visage destroyed
By grave robbers and vandals
Hostile tribes.
Dig and you will see me
Remnants of our presence
Covering a vast expanse
An empire with no name
Once we would feast
Our victories in battle
Fine wine crushed
With seedless grapes.
Some day we’ll return
Noisy ghosts of war.
A toast to you, my friend.
Under the ruins is where you’ll find me.

By Raymond Enisuoh