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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