S
Sherazade
Guest
here is the poem:
well,my poor man,
seems we've made some progress in my field.
millenia have passed
since you first called me archeology
i no longer require
your stone god
you ruins with legible inscriptions
show me whatever
and i'll tell you who you were
something's bottom
something's top
a scrap of engine.a picture tube's neck
an inch of cable.fingers turned to dust
or even less than that,or even less
(.......the poem goes on again until)...
oh no,you've got me wrong
keep your funny piece of paper
with its scibles
all i nedd for my ends
is your layer of dirt
and the long gone
smell of burning.
can any1 plz tell me who the author is?I've been searching it on the net but couldn't find it..
or could you give m a link where i can find it?
thanks...
well,my poor man,
seems we've made some progress in my field.
millenia have passed
since you first called me archeology
i no longer require
your stone god
you ruins with legible inscriptions
show me whatever
and i'll tell you who you were
something's bottom
something's top
a scrap of engine.a picture tube's neck
an inch of cable.fingers turned to dust
or even less than that,or even less
(.......the poem goes on again until)...
oh no,you've got me wrong
keep your funny piece of paper
with its scibles
all i nedd for my ends
is your layer of dirt
and the long gone
smell of burning.
can any1 plz tell me who the author is?I've been searching it on the net but couldn't find it..
or could you give m a link where i can find it?
thanks...