Scratched words from desperate people
Left behind in a strange new land
Fleeing from what
Ultimately awaited them
Being engulfed by time
Swallowed up by circumstance
These stones with their messages
Would surface years later
Like dead fish on top a pond
For people to ponder
For experts to speculate
For skeptics to be skeptical
Making modern folks happy
For they had something new
To fight about
Yet
Never understanding
Why these words were written
In stone
Hoax?
Maybe?
Either way the Lost Colony
Did what we all will in time
Disappear into a fading memory
Unless our messages
Stay behind for the next
What will we leave behind?
Or will we take so much
There will nothing more to take
Use so much
Nothing will be useful
Until our planet looks like Mars
Dry and barren
Red and dusty
Waterless riverbeds
Rocks as far as one could see
Sand storms choking the air
Mars
The biggest Dare Stone of all
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