#WritcoPoemPrompt22

He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim
Who in a thousand years
Will be unearthed dead
An archaeological dig will ensue
A historical scientist at its head
Musings who's what's why's & when
Will spin tales on toungs
Until light is shed and then
Perhaps a mystery...