i love
the dichotomy
of traditional life
with
modern amenities.
like the Uru
living on floating islands made of reeds
hand-crafted, knowledge descending generations,
with solar energy
charging their iPhones
the chord and device were hidden behind her front door
(a door also made of reed)
as though seeing it may make tourists think
it out of place
but i find it
delightfully comforting
no photos, respect the dead
but they are on display
give a donation, place a sol coin above the glass enclosure
they’ve called home since being dug up
but i could be in this room for hours
the archaeologist inside tearing out of me from my eyes
feasting on the leathery look of preserved skin
noticing where hair is still visible, stuck to the skull
counting the exposed tendons from toe knuckle to nail
and I want to know more
and feel more
and taste…
i am not a professional archaeologist
but for a moment in that room i could almost feel
what might have been
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