Stone to prism.
Prism to amber tint rainbow.
When the bones are exhumed
time will be too.
Laughter to talon.
Talon to skull.
The children we be alive
to laugh at its wire frame.
Compose a museum.
Every letter to digits.
Fuzzy and fuzzy and fuzzier!
Do not fidget!
What color was he
when he roamed the Earth?
Yellow red and black.
Red and brown and black and blue.
Gently cut away stone
with a brush.
With a pointed half centimeter hammer.
Like the end of a tooth.
Not so hard, not so hard,
that nursery rhymes
set the blows adrift.
If they do, collect and remember
each stroke may
destroy eons gift
and if that does not provoke hesitation
you are forgetting
what you dig up,
while live,
saw you a meal
for the taking.
