Poem & Bones
by David Garrett Izzo
A poem lasts; bones change into oil.
“One is a verbal artifact; the oil comes from dead things and turns all our cars into hearses:
“I see dead people.”
Dinosaur bones went into the ground really deep and the pressure turned them into fossil fuel.
Barney is your passenger today and every day.
Poems will last as long as trees grow
Poems on the internet will last as long as there is electricity
Which comes from (all at once now) fossil fuel
(Is there a pattern here?)
More like a circle that’s been expanding since the big bang.
What goes around comes around.
Watch careful now, the verbal artifacts are here.