It crackles like snakeskin.
Everyone at the dig site
stops to watch as we unfurl
the long translucent cloak.
What monstrous brute
could slough off
such lustrous, textured flesh?
Why the odd, clear bladders?
Buoyancy, perhaps?
Did it surge through poisoned rivers
in those dark years, while humans fled
for higher ground?
The archeologist presses down her thumb.
A snap.
Prometheus just brought fire back.
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