Geologists Dig Underground

Geologists Dig Underground

Geologists dig underground

Discovering what was before,

Identifying what was found

Belonging to the dinosaur.

Attesting to the bones as old,

Belonging to a bygone day,

As though a fairytale is told,

“So long ago and far away.”

If on the bone that we look at

Appears the residue of flesh

The evidence can show us that

It cannot be so old but fresh.

Some few millennia between,

Not aeons but the recent past

To leave the tissue as it’s seen

That couldn’t any longer last.

So that the dinosaurs we see

Are no reminder of what was

Lost in some long prehistory

But quite contemporaneous.

So that the dinosaurs are not

As ancient as has been averred;

The tissue would’ve had to rot,

And isn’t what in fact occurred;

For as such tissue does remain

The dinosaurs should testify

To evidence that’s very plain:

That recently they had to die.

And all that we were told about

As if it were inscribed in stone

Is cast aside. The truth is out!—

Because of nothing but a bone.