Wednesday, September 29, 2010

The Meteor of the Land

They are preserved in mud,
Like modern fossils.
Human dinosaurs left to be
Uncovered.
Poor beings, their lungs
Filled with dirt. Dirt,
Which is so completely
Associated with the lowest of
Soceity's creatures. To have that
In their lungs, like they have
Deliberately been shunned by
Higher deities.
How fitting, then, that it take
Seven days to unearth what is
No longer of this earth.
Will their bones be reassembled?
Placed in museums like their
Time-frozen ancestors.
Their unfortunate predicament
Recreated for tourists of
All ages to enjoy.
Just the small price of admission
To see children who
Cannot cast their earthen shoes.
Women who can now only
Birth a child of sod -
No breath needed to live,
Only fertilizer and sunlight.
For the price of admission,
The masses can see how
The land fought back.

1 comment:

  1. really beautiful, the breaks within the poem create this prophetic tone that shows you trying to articulate every small point possible

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