Cupid and Psyche - Replica. 1808

   
When the world was flat,  
like a plate on a turtle shell,  
green spacemen flew around the Moon, three times.  
Hairless men had nine lives    
and others never ate pig.    
We watched and we exchanged our useless waste of information, mixed with memory and Upper Class speeches.  
   
One cranium to another  
with a sneer of skepticism we shared.  
   
We stared at those gravestones  
knowing we would be above them.  
Another replica crumbling away,  
sooner rather than later.  
It made me question days when the world was flat,  
on the turtle shell, and those days when Yima ruled the Kingdom of the Dead.  
   
I saw the malleus, the incus, the stapes and I  
whispered my secrets within.    
   
"The six classes of animals...could not classify us, I'm not warm-  
blooded until you're near.    
And years on when my stone talus has been hacked by the young stars and your pizzle is brash    
on wet grass we will swap more passages from the Wizard.    
One cranium to another.    
I'll remind you of the days the deer and dog and quail and turkey and fish were slaughtered for religion.    
You'll almost raise a smile. You will remember the early spring evening,    
in the churchyard, when I told you    
they could not classify us."