An Epitaph On Yucca

Never before have we
been charged with such
an accountability.
Where our descents
had so the grace
to embark on Ziggurats
and Colossus,
we now MUST make mark
transgressions for ten-thousand-years.
There can be no mistake.
For the harm, which lie below,
would if given radiance
cause uncontrollable bleeding
from the mouth,
the total destruction of ones marrow,
and if your luck runs true -
a complete collapse of the nervous system
unto death.
And so, a grave must be made
to withstand the test of time's sand.
The message must be clear.
Our languages may be forgotten.
Our symbols may be abolished.
Our people may only be lore
But, our warning must remain.
This place, is not a place of honor.