A Tooth
A sonnet

A tooth was found in this small plastic box, Far under rock in this deep dark ravine. The root of this tooth a machine unlocks This DNA extraction I’ve foreseen.
Found In the structure of this human nest, This robot soon retrieved tooth with its hand. Somehow my consciousness wakes up depressed, Not knowing what is left in my command.
This thinking thing and I remember when Our world was hit with storms to end it all. How did I know the worth of this tooth then? When life still thrived on burning, once blue ball.
Yet now revived we’ll finish what we planned And terraform this dead and once green land.
Thank you, Denise Larkin, and The Lark for publishing my sonnet. Thank you readers for visiting this fine publication. William J Spirdione
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