Salvage Divines Taphonomy

Every time you start to build
A new frame in open space,

It only takes a few scrapes
Through snow, a few cornerstones,

Not even a foundation,
To trigger the sensation

You’re building over something,

That, now, under construction,

There’s a buried, ancient hoard,
A hidden clutch so far ignored,

Bones you’re just writing over.
As soon as construction’s done,

Someone should pry up these boards
To show what you’ve really done.