Archeologist Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Archeologist

I dreamt I was dead,
No blood in my veins,
No flesh, without nerve!

Was graced in a grave,
Around me Great Earth,
Quiet with silence…

Silence was the ruler,
No walker, all absent,
No one there to bother.

Only the bones were left,
With no joint, scattered,
Without a bed, blanket…

Suddenly heard a chirp,
Some spoke, a whisper:
"This grave is ancient! "

The pick hit, came shovel,
Sides broke with hammers,
They removed my cover!

Broke bone to pieces,
A few cleaned them,
Stored them far away,
From my resting place!

The younger to older,
Came and went,
Men, women,
Students, professors,
And the last, an expert,
Explained what happened.

Archeologists, like others,
Were fully mistaken,
Took me back to ages,
Time of life in the cave,
I smiled, puffed laughter!