Bag of Sand

South America, 1930's
Some time before world apocalypse
Ancient books of unknown history
Found by the finders
The seekers of unknown earth and destiny
Treasures and other stories
Binded together
With all paths lead too newly discovered wonders

Finder has the map in hand, tattered and torn
Found under the feet of many, for a thousand years
Search, leave no trail behind

There are no ghosts in there, they say
Just the bones of others
By the sunlight trap
The deep hole
Or by the poison dart

Testing
Fact
All traps are set in patterns
Leading the way
For a bust head of gold
A discovered god

Cloth bag full of sand
Replace the map that guides
Through the dust of the dead
Lays the award

Face on gold
God to the unknown
One of many wonders of the world
Stares into the eyes of the finder

Placed on guard
Known by weight
Bag of sand in hand
Testing
Test the balance
To replace