Dinosaurs have buried the past
In deep and ill defined holes lie
Bone and soil by flesh combined
Decay shoulders the great machines
As trundling they fracture future
With yellow claws try rib and loam
Old worm hides his blind emotion
behind ribbed and caged bone
Waits for crumbling upheaval
Of jarred bone on skeleton skies
Truth is shed and in the ruins
Worm is fed bleached compomise
