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Needless Nice
They couldn't fathom the depths of you, and why would they?
You're a man in a cave, quietly going extinct. By nightfall
you will be but bones, flat on dry ground, rotting
without murmur or sound. And when they're excavating,
you will be recovered and fastened with plastic trappings.
They will wire you to the glass of your display, hastily,
and label you as something so much less than you were.
You are a relic from simpler times, long past your prime,
with all of your peers long dead and vanished. When
the time comes for your unveiling, they will feel awe,
and wonder how a thing like you could have become
a thing like them. But you never did, and so you've left,
while waiting on your tribe to return with their yield.
