Dinosaurs waiting for stone to erode,
their skeletons covered, uncovered again,
iron that’s forgotten the blood where it flowed
and phosphorous leached from a primitive brain–
delicate sabers of soft-stepping cats
enshrouded in shimmering oceans of sand,
strata of relative sediment that’s
concealing the bones of the earliest man–
visible traces of numerous beasts,
the sum of Earth’s creatures forever enshrined–
signs of their passing won’t slow in the least
the rivers and runnels of ongoing time.
“We loved the earth, but could not stay” ~ Loren Eiseley~
This poem was inspired by an article by Loren Eiseley.
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