Continuum - Part One

Protruding from new fallen rock, where fossil hunters play And casting long its shadow, as the night gives way to day This femur from an ancient beast that walked here long before Perhaps an isolated find… most likely nothing more Experts with assorted tools which dig and scrape and brush Unearth the ancient monster, until one of them yells, “Hush!” Police assail this beach of bones, where many finds are made And cordon off this new reveal - an ancient flint-stone blade Neanderthals once roamed these shores, their relics often found But eons after dinosaurs, which lie in deeper ground Not so strange to make these finds upon this south coast sand But never, in a dinosaur; a dagger wielding hand Tyrannosaurus Rex displays his bones for all to see And in the space where Mr Rex’s gut was meant to be The hand that holds the dagger lies attached to ancient man But this does not concur with evolution’s master plan No ancient man should now be found inside this long dead beast For sure he never can have been tyrannosaur’s last feast Unlikely then, that policemen will cordon off more zones As fossil hunters find more beasts containing human bones Professor Adam Adams is euphoric - in extremes, “Everything we see here is precisely as it seems The dinosaurs all died when rocks from space lit up the skies, But they had long since hunted man… how’s that for a surprise?” The rain was not predicted by the forecast for this day But those few droplets bring a neon glow to the affray Sand that has been smooth and level save for footprints there Begins to bulge and rise, and each man can but stand and stare Is it in the gift of man to comprehend his being Can a modern man refute the truth that he is seeing When bones so dry for epochs grow a scaly flesh anew Might a modern man hope that his God knows what to do? Bones so bare, now rise up there, with skin and muscle forming There’s bound to be some lunatics who’ll say it’s global warming But Adam Adams watches monsters forming on the beach And even he debates an option… which God to beseech? Policemen screech through tannoys telling folk to stay well clear Their voices reach a pitch which tells the crowd they share their fear And as the first Tyrannosaurus rex stands tall and proud Its eyes flick to and fro to choose a victim from the crowd Everywhere upon the sands more dinosaurs arise And each just stands there waiting with those strange expectant eyes Perchance they see a meal in every person on this beach It’s clear they’ve hunted humans - which our text books do not teach But now… there is a fizzing from a rumbling sea that’s hissing Notwithstanding dinosaurs, what is it that I’m missing Waves that crashed upon the beach now crash too far from shore And Adam Adams cries out, “This has all happened before!” Where the waves are breaking in a sea now madly quaking Adam Adams teeters as the beach has started shaking “I see it now,” he shouted, “Evolution isn’t real,” He indicates the sea where there’s a giant disc of… steel? [Thats no exaggeration; let me help you realise that when I call it giant, I don’t mean it’s quite a size I mean that if it stood on legs held in a landing stance At least one would stand on this beach… and at least one in France] Continued in Part Two