The maritime archaic peoples
No longer living
Extinct as a culture
They left their legacy behind
In the ground
Where their bones are found
Forever remembered
As the children of the sea
Their birch tree heritage
Red ochre
Painted faces
Ancient spirits
A deceased identity
The mountains bear scars
The earth bears skulls
Arrowheads with dried blood
In a wigwam on the shore
Honored now
In name only
Maritime archaic
Echoes through eternity
Their legacy in birch
The trays of family traditions
Left to petrify in cold dirt