Shrouds

One day and now another passed; the gale / sings in the shrouds, and calls us to depart.

The artifacts include a clay vessel believed to be 3,500-years-old, as well as burial shrouds and gold jewelry.

And just like that, the tunnel collapsed. I could hear it: The fireworks crackling in the distance, the shrouds of laughter saturating the warm evening, and not a single soul with a mind for me. I realized in that moment that I was now a true goner.