The Archeology of Our Life.

I.
we place bones
to retract history.

we write poems on napkins,
and fake french- k i s s.

our maps arrive continents apart,
how your x ended with my ice age.

and we draw lines from skull to skull,
as if one protruding bone equals a rib?

how my jaw seems listless without teeth,
and your enlarged cranium dating back 1.4 billion years.

who said jesus was a specie,
a specimen of g-d ?

men use anthropology to preach rage,
and long haired spiritual nuns sing the Bhagavad Gita.

in the forest tombs, men dig their hands,
retrace steps, were we here?

we place bones, homo-erectus to homo-humainoid,
all brains - one mouth connecting, acheulean technology.

the fossil sites gave us clues to our rite,
the white architecture of our ancestor.


II.
the black hole to the volcano stone,
the imprint of hieroglyphs on cats.

i want to go where the mammoths go,
roam the tusks of pure pearl.

i want to hunt in the berry blossoms,
collect fruit for our tea.

we will leach the acid, lead, mine
the sacrum to the spine.

bind the head to the saw stone,
count the teeth on a mauer,

measure the distance of jaw imprint,
alternate x-rays for geology,

the zoo will be our breeding ground,
will you meet me there upon arrival?