Tenerian Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Remarkably preserved,
it was the skull
that drew the stares.
All teeth intact,
well worn like those
of modern horse,
the cranium itself though,
while human without doubt,
appeared extremely narrow
which was not made up
by a steep rise,
raising the frontal bone.

There were some artifacts,
tools of volcanic rock
and raw amazonite.

The scholars stood,
as silence seemed
wholly appropriate.

'It's a Tenerian', said one,
a foreign word,
it seemed to settle all.