72

The streets are covered
with the remnants of our ancestors.
Broken and shattered things,
ancient and mysterious,
that our minds can not grip.

What is it they left us?
The dawning world after the rise from the nethers.
We saw it filled with new inhabitants.
Wild ones,
roaming the ruins that they claim for their own.

Streets now covered with the blood
of us and them.
Inevitable fighting of territory.
Their old world
were ours first.
And we will make it a new home.