The Undeciphered Seals

Here in Harappa, words are kindled like fires and then they die
Like undeciphered seals on the grave stones of time.
And if this is only the beginning, then what will be the end?
If we never join the fight, then how can we hope to win?
For we wake up and we work and we try not to think
For fear that we might start to put together the links
And remember that our lives are as fleeting as rainshowers,
As wayfaring men, as coinage, as fires, as flowers.
Though they're here and now they're gone, forever they'll be
Engrained on the the earth as long as earth stands eternitiy.
But here in Harappa, we will try not to think of all this,
But remain in our labor, our order, our agonizing bliss.