by Nick Gisburne
The spiralling infinity of stairs
Entices me inexorably down.
I take the steps impatiently, in pairs,
Through layers of destruction, black and brown.
So many. All the tragedies of time.
I witness every stumble, every birth,
Of every empire, swallowed in its prime,
Their stories burned and buried in the earth.
I seek the source, the moment it began,
When evil put its finger on the land.
A simple tomb; inside I find a man,
Forgotten, but preserved by salt and sand.
I desecrate the bones and break his face,
The man who took this world, who chained my race.
