Midnight Anthropology from (S)words by Bob Gaulke

I travel too far to get this far
digging all around your heart

We break the fossils out
Just for excitement

Taken apart; misunderstood
rituals feel too good

Looks you give burn my notes
history in a moment

You’re a goddess; I’m a slave
Buried in your cave
Everything said
leaves no trace

Let dust settle; rains come
Leave your buttons undone
We’ll scrape data clean-
Midnight anthropology

Burn books; throw out songs
Everything known is wrong
Smuggle it out in briefs
Before we go extinct

In a funk with heavy things
making unseen pieces fit

Forward jutting hips trace
Limits of messy science

To the end of the empirical
Empire of the senses
In another dimension
We creep out this message

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