These walls faced no foes
Nor challengers to the throne
Harmony and peace,
encased in a labyrinth of stone
Frescos fall around us,
and ceilings turn to dust
As the incisors of destiny,
sink deep into us
All the pottery we painted,
and the pillars we erected
Will anyone ever know of them?
For where we paved roads,
and convinced water to flow
is failing through the cracks again
Our mastery of crop,
and proto-government
Will be buried in the memories,
of no living Mediterranean
We will be forgotten, we will be lost
A sunken island, legend to none
