Does "ancient" mean forgotten?
I'd rather feel the cold slice of shale
breaking my bones,
I'd rather be an unclaimed fortune
under miles of earth,
I would rather
be a spotted pony dying of thirst,
on a battlefield of stench,
and rather than looking
through the dust of those before me,
sipping blood and wine in Antioch,
with Roman heathens
and fishing from the ancient lake.
I understand only the calm sound
of clicking pebbles
in my boots
as I imagine
Caesar in a robe of thorns,
with Christ standing on his neck,
rather than kneeling
in his shadow.