Anning

Blue Lias
Starlight
Clouded under sun
guard
Purunmachu
stars to see
Can’t Walk or run
I know I can smell it
dropped off
to find
the one
Standing here
in boots
Hear them say
Another one

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collision

life of
bones brittle
kept in

wrestling to shore
clues
of another way
an aura of what was
dusted dry

shovels of
art heading to crumbles
dust and debris
of the old world

a culture

of distant relatives
walking
without knowledge of
great warriors before them

repeating