Home Excavations

From a time when bottles were thicker
come these lips of broken glass,

and these bones, buried I suppose
after a meal,

in the cake of the orange clay
and the ash of a dutiful stove,

along with this shipwreck
of a pen,
and these green brass fittings,

and these bakelite buttons
bursting forth

to the studio laughter
of the cryptic earth.