The memory of them long past
  the smell of their remains
still blankets the earth floor
come to me
that I might dig for the artifact
 that connects me to you
should I let it burn
     or  should I turn
this curiosity into history
  a million feet have stepped in the tracks
they are never coming back
 yet I am forced
   to look 
for the remnants
   of my ancestors
 I am the sequel
from people 
  that I resemble 
come to me 
 that I may
know of you.