Careful With That Spear, Wilbur Poem by Mason Maestro

A fully petrified Anthropod
Shimmered on a pine bark
Once whispered to interior ear
The ear of one inferior here
Tended to ignore the word
Preferring to survey a herd

Barely barren carcass of a watershell male
Encased in a trench of Burgess Shale
Contrasted to a round tin pail,
We inherently fail
Dating the fossil of a stegosaur tail

Dig, the way to least is less
Late craving of a carbon dress
Tell of a telling isotope test
Beta decay trace and guess
Labeled atoms curse and bless
Variable data leaves a mess

Mingling bones and statuettes
Paleontologist silhouettes
Meticulous brush for it to appear
Reveals a remnant head of a spear
With polystrate ebony totem timber
Finding forward to historian Wilbur

On distant shore, a land unknown
The pebble rock that stood alone
And driftwood lay partly buried
Vying views, they're far from married
To cockle shells we shine the veneer
Careful, then, careful with that spear