Belated Love Song for Dinosaurs
In all your lumbering, big-boned
strides like awkward teenagers,
and you also, smaller ones, you tiny
chicken-lizards with heads bobbing.
Sandpaper skin, beaks toward the sky.
A volcano breaks out in prophecy.
Such short arms, useless little hands,
I want to clasp them, to hold you like a lover,
make you understand remorse.
Terrible things happen in those jaws.
Lying down in this stony old nest
I imagine your startled eyes.
An unbroken egg twitches, thin reminder.
Foresight is as scarce as hen's teeth.
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