Australopithecus Afarensis


Your bones laid buried;

Years measured in the millions

Left you hidden, protected you

From vain and repetitious history,

Your secrets guarded silently

Lest digging hands describe you,

And mount you on an iron frame,

And steal you from your ancient kind.

For this your mute deliverance,

Oh creature of an early kind!

Can we be old who only

Hold your bones or do we age

By aging without time?

Oh creature, rout us from our minds,

Who routed you from time.


Ted Goodell



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