WednesdayIII June

Once every word's been written.
Every stone unturned.
All deeds defined.
And eternities confined.
Then I'll believe you.

Living proof. Pah.
Skeletal truth.

Each new page.
Just another stage.
A place for the word to age.
Poetry's love letter to love written anew each day.
Who'd a thought 'queer' would come to mean 'queer'.
And that even now we don't know how to talk with deer.

A carbon-dated shamen dancer
The archaeologist's answer.
A universal decree applied to the whole neolithic age,
Precariously stood on the proof of one French cave.

How can you know now?
What's old and what's new.
What's lies and what's true.