Paleontology

She dusted
what once was
and taking it
pushed
piece after
piece
into each
other until
it was
again
something
that is not
life but
neither art.

Author’s note: Although this poem is not explicitly relevant to the date on which it is being published, the author certainly hopes his readers will find some pertinence to be existent despite authorial intention. Let us gather pieces, let us push them together, let us find a whole that is worthy of its parts, let us dust them off and find a way to love that whole the way we loved the pieces and the way each piece should love itself and all others.