secure scaffolding

the fragility of the species,
bones piled on bones,
the depth indeterminate,
but surely must be several
hundred feet. a
bulldozer wouldn't be
the choice of those
who manage quality
museums of antiquity,
but, bulldozers
do get the job done,
revealing enough
for all the
plunderers, and
their kin, too.
**
centuries later,
alone in his little
office, just his third
day on the job, the
fresh college graduate
blonde blue-eyed good-looking
big-dicked boy
sits with his door
locked and looks
at porn on his
computer screen
and he frees his
big dick and spurts
a load of cum
into a handful
of kleenexes.
after that, he
feels much better,
but a bit lucky
that no one knocked
on his door, no one wanted
anything, no one
tried to get in
while he was
tugging on his big
dick and spurting
a load of cum and then
re-adjusting himself,
his clothing.
his nice tight fashionable
trousers.
**
after work,
the fresh college graduate
blonde blue-eyed good-looking
big-dicked boy
stops by the bone-pit on
his way back to his
cute little apartment,
looks at the top level
that has recently been exposed,
frightening creatures,
those massive skulls,
those deep evil-looking
eye sockets. he grabs
a loose skull and
takes it with
him, puts it on
the coffee table
in his living room,
dances naked around
it, welcomes it
home.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014.)