is now stale
and beyond edibility;
it’s hardened crust
has assumed the qualities of a stone;
and once where all was soft and sweet,
there is nothing now you’d want to eat;
and when a million years have gone;
an archaeologist will find that scone
and wonder at its grisly form,
and ask, ‘Was this a foodstuff?
Was this the norm?
Did they eat them cold,
or eat them hot?’
They would hazard a guess,
but would know not.