2011 - Day 134

Inside the inside
Around the town
Exclusive patches of grass,
Canals and trenches
Barbed wire fences
There's no possible way past.
Excavation
Digging remains
Creatures unlike any we've seen,
Preservation
Bound in thick chains
Skin scaled and ancient and green.
What have we done
Unlocking the past
Awakening madness within,
Mind control powers
Breath hot thick and sour
The rest of our lives will be grim,
Shoulda,
Shoulda left it alone
And let it be.