We belong to the laccolithic,
The age of heated, forced intrusions.
Komatsu trucks rumble interstate,
Headed for or from further roadwork.
Invasive species are everywhere.
Every species' invasive, even
These inky, calligraphic lavas
Scrawling the Navajo sandstones black.
None is original, no not one.
Every origin's myth, however
Is as true as any other myth,
Any myth of others, other myths.
The sameness only relieved by change
Slips over the fossil-bearing rocks
In a tide that becomes more fossils,
More rocks, more roads, more tides, more trucks. Tired.
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