He knew he was born to be an archaeologist,
For his face already looked like
It was carved from stone,
And judging by the weathering there,
A thousand years or more ago.

His best friends were pillars of salt,
And he knew he shared their fate,
For, just as Lot's nostalgic wife had done,
He also had a propensity to look back.

His greatest fear was that he might turn
Just after some amazing discovery
And he would stand, a smallish obelisk,
And silently be misread and misinterpreted
For another thousand years.

-jenn