Last night I found a bone that was still warm

I'm in the badlands, except the strata are wrong — the layers are going sideways, like someone pulled the canyon open like a curtain. I find a vertebra half-exposed, and when I brush the dirt away it's warm, almost body-temperature. I keep thinking about that in the daylight: everything I love about this work is about things that have already cooled off, and my own hands are the warmest thing that's touched them in a hundred million years.