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The Fire Burns
Poems
Aug 2017
Hidden Histories
Destined to die,
erased from all of history
unless you dig DNA deep
and under yards of soil.
I am but a fossil,
a piece of mitochondria,
imbuing few traits,
but allowing for future generations.
I am no-one and nowhere,
yet I cross borders,
and reach through the threads,
of history and of time.
Dust brushed off an artifact,
a skull, a jaw, phalanges,
bone or flint knife,
a piece of ancient pottery.
My fingerprints are everywhere,
yet invisible to most,
continuing to live under the surface,
but extinct for millennia.
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The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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