Fossils
Arranged
Numbered
Measured
Dead
Yet sometimes of a late night we like to dance around the store room and watch ourselves gavotte.
We whisper stories one to another of our fleshly selves before the landslides of life overwhelmed us and of how petrified we were back then.
In the morning the registrars with gloved hands puzzle our disarrayed pieces back into place trying to convince themselves that they don’t hear the distant laughter that springs from our grinning skulls.
Dancing Fossils by Robert Lee Haycock 2010 (with help from Diana, Rob, and Sam)