Ancient sandhills
Brought us there
Created in the
Desert
Eons ago
Formed as a
Great wall on the
Horizon
Intersecting our sense of the
Just with another
Karma
Less human but
More
Noble
Or
Perhaps more
Quiescent than
Recent Homo
Sapiens
Tells
.
.
At the grey walls
Built like a
City long ago
Destroyed the
Ephemeral
Forms on the
Ground
Held
Insights in their
Jagged
Kabbalistic
Lettering
.
.
Attempting to understand we stopped
By the sand hills and
Centred ourselves trying to
Discern the
Eternal
From our car radio we played
Great sounds of an orchestra
Hovering over a land
In our minds
.
.
A lake of lost water
Broken in the
Clear
Desert
Explaining nothing
.
.
Archaeologists found evidence of
Burials here
Cremated bones with a
Deposit of red ochre
Evidence of the
Fire of ceremony
Gatherings where
Humanity saw
Itself in
Joint awe
Kinship and
Love
.
.
A
Bugle
Call
Denotes the
Exit of
Fire
Gone on the
Horizon
.
. 
A stone circle
Built by my ancestors
Circling
Destiny
Echoing
Far sky a
.
Great wall
Here
Inspired by no
Joint
Knowledge no
Love no
Meaning
Nothing
.
Only a
Presence
.
.
Approaching a memorial
Built by no one
Calls for a
Decorum to
.
Enter where
Faith is in the
Ground where
Humans lie
In which past
Joys are laid as a
Keel in the earth’s
Long
Motion into
Night