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I found a dead language, rotting
in a book older than the trees
that had birthed it. It had joined its lovers—
fallen men of an archaeologists' Empire.
I asked why only it had a tomb,
while others crumbled in desert
The words just smiled at me,
a skull's last grin as I lowered the lid
The question bled back that night
dripped in my ear like Hamlet's doom.
Why, I asked, have I heard nothing
of your miscarried siblings:
the Carpenter's Aramaic,
bearded Old English,
even Attic Greek that launched
a thousand ships—are they
not also dead?
The lipless smile replied,
spoke with no tongue,
Because I once was Rome,
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