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The Tablet
A Poem About Overlooked Truth
They unearthed the tablet yesterday
With meticulous hands in a careful manner
And now it sits upon a desk gathering dust
While other things are done
The etchings on the slabs of stone
are sitting calmly in abeyance
Awaiting some wise decipherer to overcome their words
How absurd that such a find will sit unknown
While other finds are overblown
When men would understand its words
Women would kill to read its words
Such a find is this left alone in silence
For fools to contemplate its cypher
When it sits before them as a bright red banner
Telling them in all such manner,
“Read the tablet. Understand it.
It holds the secrets of the past.
The threads will mesh as in a loom
But here, the greatest find of mankind
Sits alone in one man’s room.
The tablet with its stone-carved message
