May 27th, 2002
Pigs and Yams
[for Emily]
Anthro is all about pigs and yams
And pot-shards and breeding of Near East lambs
Impressions in Pleistocene heaps of stone
Bechiseled by students who grumble and groan
The words of the ancients all pressed into clay
And baked in the sunlight for many a day
Or painted on walls of a dead Pharaoh’s tomb
Stacked china soldiers in an underground room
Running like blood from a ziggurat down,
From Huitzilopotchli to nourish the town
We dig it all up, and we hang it up tall
And stare all reflectively up at the wall
And daydream a bit as we munch on our figs
All about anthro and yams and of pigs.
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