My daughter runs, shod,
Through the reliquary laughing
At giant bones and stories.
My wife tells her about dinosaurs,
Lecture mingled with bloody facts
To captivate and thrall her mind.
I just stare from off, sideways
Glances at skeletons, remembering leathery flesh,
Eyes as pools of drowning water.
I want to ask: "Where did they come from?
Where did they go?" But,
Silent, I watch: seeing among the blind,
Sober at the party, wishing only
For the release of laughter, but
That belongs only to the innocent.