Excavated graves

The dead don’t stay buried. Brave souls blow across the steppes. Archaeologists are searching for the spirit that made us great. They dig up the grave mounds, but here they find nothing; they only exacerbate the grandmothers’ grief. Why did she suffer? Why did she care for her little one? Why did she sing to him about freedom of the wind, wind that blows across the steppes? If she had known, she would have strangled her babies in their cradles.