Tale, Old, Time

The ashen rock layer,
Chipped away,
Consistent with the global boundary,
A fine line
Defining this long-stilled era;

Extant organisms piled on top of each other…

Cross-correlation of worldwide sites,
A global event, dramatic cause,
Perhaps it wasn’t an impact,
Heavy with plutonium,
No iridium…this time;

Rock hammer relinquished, claw retracted,
The persistent geologist followed the invisible pheromone trail,
Pondering what could have brought an end to this period,
And with that baleful red glow reflecting off its carapace,
Made its way back to the nest.

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