Already Tilcayo

In the Yungas they said tilcayo — grandfather's word, not a root anyone could dig.

Light brown. Irregular rosettes. Forty-six centimetres of night and rodent bone in the scat.

The plates were Brazilian. Thirty-eight genomes, eight lifted from drawers, opened five where three had sat.

The lineage left the others one point four million years ago and kept to cloud and wet slopes.

The paper arrived this morning. The name was already home.