New Poem - Dinosaur

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Here's a new (for non-Patreon-types)  poem.

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DINOSAUR 

Dig tool's 

Blunt plastic at both ends. 

Takes precision. You can't just 

Jab into the slab. 

I coax my nephew: Tap Gently. 

Like you're knocking on a door, 

Some secret code.

He digs. I brush. Fervently,each sweep 

Scraping past the silt of what is known 

To find the fossils buried within. 

We're Making Progress 

Dr. Seibert, 

I murmur. He squints a smile, 

Takes both the dig tool and brush, 

Sets upon the yielding earth. 

I read from the kit's glossy activity 

Guide: Fossils Can Determine 

Many Clues About Dinosaurs, But Not All - 

Dr. Seibert pauses, 

Cocks his head 

In apprehension: 

Really? 

Sure, I say. For example, 

Color. There's no evidence of 

What hue a Triceratops actually was - 

So We Can Make 'Em Whatever We Want, he grins, 

Taps, Taps, and Grins. 

Yes. 

Very little dinosaurs become fossils. 

Time's a thief, 

And It takes extraordinary preservation, 

Little water, 

And - 

                                                                       His hands strike the surface of a shiny, 

                                                                       Jewel-like Tooth, 

                                                                                              embedded in the clay. 

                                                                        Yawning up in greeting. 

And I wonder, 

Will this memory 

Be an artifact 

Subsumed, decomposed? 

A story is a fossil where the bones 

Have been replaced

With questions