The remains of a horse drawn cart

Wooden planks tattered, old from time

Somehow more preserved compared to my previous find

I dug further

Deeper and deeper

My heart beating quicker

My stomach became more and more sicker

Until it all faded away

There was nothing I could say

Just staring at that which laid

The sickening remains

To that I shall not tell more

But this sight I shall never forget

By this pit I sit