Where art thou?
More aged than our planet Aqua
Having shed Earth-like quirks and idiosyncrascies over billions of years
To avoid jolting us with quakes or roasting us with lava ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.