Archaeology Poems

The Archaeology of Gravity

Love, he says, sounds like a door
closing softly in a room built for your name—
that measured click holding its breath,
the air swelling in its pause,
as if the walls themselves leaned in
to listen for what would not come.

Later, he becomes a man
rewriting himself in a language
he can almost hear but never speak—
his phone dim on the

Future Archaeology

You just will not believe what we
found in the desert sands,
a city lost a thousand years
out in the western lands!
I led the dig that found the place,
and I’ve got to tell you,
what we’ve dug up is gonna change
all that you thought you knew…

In the middle of this lost town,
an unexpected site,
buildings of all past world

Archaeology

You dig because that's your job.
You sink your hands in the mud and you spend time with the human ribs in the dirt.
That time has washed away.
You dig because you have to
Because the professor told you to look "over there" and to "make yourself useful."
So you do, and you dig.
You sit side by side with

The Archaeology of Poetry

Writing a good poem
Is like creating something exquisite
Out of shards of random rubble.
Inspiration is the mysterious impulse that moves a poet
To articulate them into something wonderful.
In other words,
A poet is like an archaeologist,
His poems are already inside him
Like relics waiting to be dug up,
Dusted off,
And put on display.

The Archaeologist

the archaeologist stood 
on the original floor
above her was laughter
loving and war

the archaeologist stood
at the foot of a pit
beside broken lepers
and gentlemen sit

the archaeologist stood
in the ditch of a moat
where bloodied invaders
and townsfolk would float

the archaeologist stood
to her knees among bones
of all history's people
in all of their homes

Archaeological Dig

it was a day
not unlike this one
when an archaeologist
… sore knees
… paint brush
… Friday fingernails
held my earthen skull
in his hands
and spared me a thought
his dirt-stained eyes
filling my empty sockets

and 
for a speck 
of epochal dirt
neither of us
heard the sun

Archaeology

Walking along a road, diagonally, 
through someone's house briefly 
and back out where there isn't a door
across their vegetable patch and
eventually over the bones of some buried
unknowns.
Cows are currently grazing in someone's
hallway, while a tree grows in the kitchen.
As I walk, I trample through a Roman bath
where in a different time a rotund, well fed
Roman

The Great Bang

how long have we laid here
side by side
for an epoch's breath 
of starlight in a roving universe
enchanted moments 
see a night of a million years
until day slowly unearths us
from our play

but clinking and scuffing
distant voices loudening
muffled soon unmuffling
to a crisp and a brightness
the yellow hurts our eyes
how dare they disturb us

you are carefully wrapped
and put

Wrath of Zeus

The Greek gods were egotistic, arrogant, jealous,
Said to be excellent lovers, fanatics, and zealous
About everything and anything, lounged around
Adorning places like Marathona, the Acropolis
The Parthenon.  Archaeology
Maintains that Greek Mythology 
Goes back to the Bronze age,
A long ago historical stage.
Statues have been discovered, displayed 
Or maintained of Zeus, the Mythological god.
Imagine if mythology was true,
As

The Wailing Wall

People today are fat, not swift,
So The Western Wall needs a lift*
But here's the rub 
An ancient tub
Saves each tear as temple gift 

*(lift="elevator")

The Great Lakes Ace

Above, a few feet,
From the gallery
Archaeologists spotted the empty space
Larger than the cross off M-68 by about 3 times
But they aren't the only ones exploring a void
Ancient like the pyramids is empty in the chest of the boys
Digging up the artifacts of time
Hidden in your lines
That I write
And when we collide
It's like a land mine
Hid

Howard Carter's Expedition Revised Edition

I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
we went to the field,

Archaeology Field-Trip January 29th 3011 Part I

ARCHAEOLOGY   FIELD-TRIP  JANUARY  29  TH   3011 - PART  I

In this windy coastal location the interesting thing is that 
1000 years ago this unlikely spot  was a huge city.
Where we see the forests and  swamps now -
Was a  large city which we’ve  called simply

Archaeology Field-Trip January 29 Th 3011 - Part Ii

ARCHAEOLOGY   FIELD-TRIP  JANUARY  29  TH   3011  (PART  II)
 
(NOTE: If you have not already read  PART I,  then do so before you read this)


Though the buildings are gone long ago  
Our diggings in the places we felt were the main city  
Have

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