Everywhere metal and replica
Against the backdrop
Of relative barrenness

But with an ancient eye
Before the disaster

Sweetgrass under wild feet
Bruised momentarily
Yet pleased with creation

Drip, drip, drip
I see
Lichen hanging fervently


Curiosity is for others I knew
Curious I opened you
Crossed-out were all the meanings
Rewritten in red were the right ones you wrote
Green arrows referencing citatations to other languages
Not spoken before 
Pronouncing words to the best of my abilities
Curious I laid you down