I have a few poems that I call jokes.
I'm sure they're not jokes, but sometimes they're funny.
They tend to be very short.
So you have to kind of hear the first part.
The first one is called "Celebration
in the Gobi Desert."
The Gobi Desert is where they discovered the first mammal.
And so I imagined that situation.
"Celebration in the Gobi Desert."
Scientists, a man and a woman, find
within a ring of stone dinosaur eggs
the petrified form of a small animal, first of a line.
It needs a particular celebration.
Their hips describe the same small circle in time.
Mammal, mammal, mammal.