10: Fieldtrip
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.
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