At the depths of the abyss
there is a grey layer of mud,
many miles thick.
It is where Earth keeps her diary.
Out of human reach,
in the dark,
this is where she records everything:
all the things that have happened
over billions of years:
from whales’ bones,
to plastic bottles.
She holds on to it all, lovingly,
like a mother crafting photo albums,
whether it was a good or a bad memory.
She carefully collects each piece,
caresses it in soft mud,
and keeps it in her arms forever.
A scrapbook of accomplishments,
by all her children:
the good ones,
and the other ones.
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books
5 thoughts on “Graveyard”
Wow. A great piece for educators to use on the introduction of history and archaeology. Your work is definitely to be used in the educational world….great critical thinking. It’s a nice infusion of prose, poetry, history and literature….beautiful recitation from the mind and heart of a beautiful writer.
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Thanks, you are a poet in addition to your other accomplishments. I hope your work gets out there. Here’s one of mine- the corpses of our forests are used to build the world’s worst houses:
Thank you for sharing Mike, well reported 🌲🌳🌲Great to connect.
a moving poem. have we deserved to be Gaia’s children?