those ancient men and ancient women
see a face like a moon
in the morning
thinking
those ancient men and women
musta worshiped
its bald pale face
but they all died
and left their remains
for college graduates to find
for their thesis to write
but their sloping sockets
told something and
held something too
there’s was a delicate thing
like the bones of a bird
buried deep in the soils of unrest
and my tools
are unwieldy and I’m far too
passionless
for this line of work
so I busted the fossil
and forgot all of my dreams
from last night
look, this is me trying not
to be an animal
this is me
putting human pants
on my animal ass
this is me not giving up or
losing it
or getting lost in rib cage land
on the backs of k-pins
they said
those ancient men and women
were assimilated
that our species
ate their species
what wild wild times
I wonder if I
was from their tribe