Palaeontology

I always wanted to write to
The objects.

Not the ones made of
Stone, wood, bone, skin and mineral
But the plastic ones, the synthetic
Bodies.

There is something impenetrable,
And clean
About you.
I fancy you white, eternal and
Destroying all landscapes,
In landfills everywhere,
Forever, pervasive and more
Intriguing
Than trilobites
Or men.