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(While reading this try to fit the melody
and rhyming rhythm with parts of Don
McLean's song "American Pie")
it was written in
the book of rocks
just looking at the
pictures for they can't talk
and dinosaurs were here
and every
where
the healthy ocean
bottom layer
with shells made
of and by soothsayer
creative crustacean
creators
forams for
thousands of years
then suddenly it all
came to a stop
if there's a god she
must have dropped
her watch forgetting
or regretting
what was made
it was then that there
was a single line
the k t boundary
well defined
no longer
limestone
but simple clay
then Atlas sat
and muttered something
someone heard
said it was nothing
and nothing is
exactly where
we're at
the prophets sat
around the table
sitting with
Cain and Able
Goliath
do you know who
cast that stone
with all the oceans
in commotion
red seas parting
arks a floatin'
Moses and Noah
knowing
noth
ing
Lao tzu's silence was
his answer
and Shiva thought
she was still a dancer
waving arms with
swords in hand
then Custer stood
and took
his last stand
but all this was
meaningless
the Golden Mean
means just this
while Fibonacci
contemplated
and ate
a slice of
Pisa Pi
the day
the Mesozoic
died
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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