I drag my weary bones up the flight
Of steps to the pteradactyl skeletons.
Dangling from the ceiling, to the right,
There's also a mammoth, assembled with cables and pins.
I'm sure there's a very good reason why he's flying.
These things are too great and too marvelous for me.
I have not quieted my soul, but I am trying,
Which I suppose is why I come to the museum to see
How much we know. After years of digging,
There's really quite a lot one can piece together.
The displays are supported by very strong rigging,
But despite the sturdy steel cables, it's hard to say whether
Any given model will hold for long.
We've never met the monsters with their flesh still on.
Week 5: prayer that pierces
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