Ronald Stuart Thomas

Here you will find the Poem Ruins of poet Ronald Stuart Thomas


And this was a civilization 
That came to nothing--he spurned with his toe 
The slave-coloured dust. We breathed it in 
Thankfully, oxygen to our culture. 

Somebody found a curved bone 
In the ruins. A kings probably, 
He said. Imperfect courtiers 
We eyed it, the dropped kerchief of time.