For class, again. Lame format, but it was easy, cuz I had to only create a few original lines and just recycle them.
I've stolen something from the depths of geology
and I wear it around my neck on a silver chain.
An arthropod that lived a million years ago,
now reduced to a cast of silica glass.
I wear it around my neck on a silver chain,
my fingers run across the fourteen rib pairs,
now reduced to a cast of silica glass,
and the helmeted head that couldn't save him.
My fingers run across fourteen rib pairs,
and I feel connected to that Ordovician sea.
The helmeted head that couldn't save him
reminds me of my own human frailty.
And I feel connected to that Ordovician sea,
because I've stolen something from Geology.
A reminder of my own human frailty
from an arthropod that lived a million years ago.
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