We discovered a long-lost town.
We're dissecting its ruins now,
and the synced, but static, timepieces among them;
iconic art, discarded, in fragments with
perpetual shadows on its surfaces.
We share a glance;
it's too late for them now.
We've uncovered this painted scene.
We're left questioning what it means.
Prosperity withered away quickly,
frozen in a moment so that we can see
this glimpse of it in idle curiosity
on this hallowed day.