Archaeology

Just some good 'ol ranting

There might not be anything

Left for those of us

Who seek a higher calling

So we decide to go the other direction

No big purpose

To this struggle we keep

Clawing through, nails bloodied

By continuous digging

In the same dirt that

Pompeii and Atlantis used to sit

Upon

While the tunnel grows around us

Like the innards of some sci-fi earthworm

We keep aging and

Our bodies deteriorate

Becoming part of that which we dig through

A sick joke

We dig into ourselves

As fingernails and skin fall

Feeding the hole of our curiosity

The tunnel slowly becomes a well

Filled with our own blood

Skin, bone

And sweat

That's all the next of us will find

Just remains that sit upon the remains

Of the one that started the tunnel

Down through their ancestor's

Inquisitive natures

Author's Note

All reviews and criticisms welcome.

Reviews

[Mai L Nissen]

Nice metaphor!
I am curious as to what inspired this poem?
While the tunnel grows around us
"Like the innards of some sci-fi earthworm
We keep aging and
Our bodies deteriorate
Becoming part of that which we dig through"
This is quite graphic conveying a bitter irony.

I don't know your background and I am sure this have nothing to do with your motives for this poem, but I can't help thinking about academic research gone bad! Were the object of study have become the subject of our projections of what we wish to see:
"We dig into ourselves/ As fingernails and skin fall/ Feeding the hole of our curiosity... /The tunnel slowly becomes a well/Filled with our own blood..../Just remains that sit upon the remains/
Of the one that started the tunnel/ Down through their ancestor's/ Inquisitive natures...

Thank you for sharing an intriguing and graphic imagery!

[Coyote Poetry]

True and logical words.
"The tunnel slowly becomes a well
Filled with our own blood
Skin, bone
And sweat
That's all the next of us will find"
The above lines are very good and true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote