It’s A Car Park Now

Long after the surrounding fossils
Were brushed down

By archaeologists and looters

Hunting for the holy dot
Of a mighty pinworm egg,

And just after the year
They were finally forgotten for good,

Two lovers rest side by side,
Dry bones locked in comfort and hope,

Jaded skeletons sealed and unseen,
Asphalt above them

Mixed thick with the dreams

Of keen workers
All protein and steam,

Just eager to get the job done.

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