Then in thirtythousand years
The scene's changed -
All these older, less successful actors
Their skulls

Surely won't last that long
Their cerebellar regions
Unbalanced by too much brow
Noisier

And probably nastier
Here's one of them now
Grunting his way up the slope
Worrying hard

About his performance
Alienation, age -
Rocks and trees aren't enough
He can't settle down

With the dead or the living
To eat an enemy
Or fuck a friend -
Who cares who buries him ?

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Yet what common grievance
At the lack of a numen, or lingo
To describe one in, what need

For a rhetoric
To announce the Great Find ? -
When our certainties

Are comical only -
Territorial scuffles
To keep a cave together

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Fossil smle
Candid with borrowed teeth
Assembled by restorers
Who can never be restored

Our resident professor
Understands your message
Under the limestone crags
Lays down his bones