Going Fishing
It’s a carnival booth world,
armed with poles and magnets
we’re fishing for lost continents
Atlantis under the plains
of Salt Lake City, Pangaea,
a number of Ararats, scattered
Bones of Lemurian warriors
in Nashville, Greenwich, Mecca
and Tiberias, moldering, slimy
Carbon-dated yet distinctly
reminiscent of a fossil found
in Drakensberg, anthropopoidal
Arrowhead of Flintstone quoting
his now famous pre-kindergarten
national anthem. They say that
At any meeting of ten scholars
there are twenty dissenting opinions:
the Paleolithic length of the pole
The magnetic pull of pre-Cambrian
Eden giving exactly the right tilt
to six thousand years of recorded expulsion
Adam and Eve discussing Jungian
consciousness, dinosaurs and demons
relegated back to the laboratory of a
Non-existent big bang theory
now finally disproved; she holding his pole,
homo erectus, magnet dipping precisely into
The continent where Jonah swallowed his whale—
quad erat demonstrandum
the Loch Ness Monster!
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2015
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