Archaeology Poem by guillermo veloso

Archaeology



I scrape away the years
With a careful trowel
In search of precious artifacts
To give provenance
And meaning to this
Tangled stratigraphy
And find traces of me left after the flood
I find hieroglyphs and messy calendars
I find shattered bones and crumbling dreams
I find sherds and scorched stone
But I will not find me
Til I scrape sterile soil

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