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. It first appeared in My Favorite Bullet, Volume 12, Issue 1, February 2013. My Favorite Bullet is an online magazine, and this issue may be found here: http://www.myfavoritebullet.com/00-00_2013_1_Main.html.)