Fossiles

Add it to the book, another shroud of evidence you took,

ripped the pages and shaved bits of spine

like at the museum that night where

you were afraid to fossilize.

Like a shroud of hope you started digging

The brother watched the other through the window,

calloused knuckles broken glass.

And hopelessly he left himself, a graveyard away.

The other had found a map but it was pretty faded anyway

I heard you through the ground

bloody fingers, broken back.

Add it up to what you took

count yourself lucky for that.

Chalk it up to an honest crook.

Anybody outlined, can't give it back. 

Reviews

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

So anthropological, i imagine digging ancient sites with as deep as this piece suggests, such vehement regards!