museum

On level three just past the dukes and dames,

entwined, protruding from the hardened dirt,

two lovers lie, their putrified remains

exposed for all to see and then assert

some pretty fiction: 'this a romance strong,'

'in life together, not parted in death,'

'an injured soldier made the journey home

lay with his dying love till his last breath.'

What sentimental rot! The caption reads:

'their love endured though world around would end'

We spin our tales of love's heroic deeds

But no one knows what lies around the bend.

The love we said would never die, grow old

Now like them lies in dusty earth out cold.

sar 2010