In The Beginning
"This is a Diplodocus"
he explained, "do come back
if I can be of further assistance."
He fashioned flints into razor blades
for the first ever haircut
then talked about the weather.
He left the echo of his voice
between forgotten rocks
and the residue of years.
I found them hidden among old bones
of speculation dug from the grave
then neatly stored in ebony drawers.
I’ve saved them as evidence
for the final world.
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