The Anasazi and Other Mysteries

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The Anasazi and Other Mysteries

“I have no friends,
but I have no scars.”
The old man said,
sitting in his office
the dust choking the light
glinting off of the bones
that were his life.
Men with great secrets
laid in pieces
around his office.
Those with working lips
did not give him praise
so why not work with men
whose lips could neither
praise nor condemn.
No warm handshakes
but no backbiting
from the men who
eat their neighbors.
Tried in the papers
tried by fire
together they would rise.

This was written while I was writing a paper over the Anasazi for school.
Have you ever had your school work inspire a poem?

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