Moving back into the underworld Nothing new can tell you how old you are Or what's planned Burn land, drought land Animals sink, animals stand Soon to be divided, dispersed, flags unfurled New lines drawn on the world Sink pitch in tar, pour silicone rubber into the mould of the rock Pull the model of its fossil, a gone-by friend From the stone matrix to the brain case Its death a computer graph of an unseen hand Come fifty million years to a cat-scan Face unknown, technology at a loss to explain a fever Every bone in your arm revealed to the future as his Shade of a notion, the ghost of a plan To give up finally, in ourselves, the haunt of man Burn land, drought land Animals sink, animals stand