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I buried them in a shallow grave outside the sunroom where their cage hung rain washed their bones into a deep earth cellar Where I descend by night with my lone candle to find them fixed in strata, yet not fixed scaled claws striking Jurassic dragonflies *My shadow flickers and dissolves as I sit at the sunroom desk Tiny scaled claws strike my head Pinioned dervishes scold: My suit of black and white feathers my smooth hands and my scientist's smirk my two-finger typing and opposable thumbs my missing wings and manifesting teeth* We dinosaurs live on, incantations of ancestral rebirth templates used, discarded, and used again as our sphere cycles on, now warming, now cooling the uniforms change, the costumes evolve but the sudden-death scrimmage is eternal.
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
For My Dinosaurs
I buried them in a shallow grave outside the sunroom where their cage hung rain washed their bones into a deep earth cellar Where I descend by night with my lone candle to find them fixed in strata, yet not fixed scaled claws striking Jurassic dragonflies *My shadow flickers and dissolves as I sit at the sunroom desk Tiny scaled claws strike my head Pinioned dervishes scold: My suit of black and white feathers my smooth hands and my scientist's smirk my two-finger typing and opposable thumbs my missing wings and manifesting teeth* We dinosaurs live on, incantations of ancestral rebirth templates used, discarded, and used again as our sphere cycles on, now warming, now cooling the uniforms change, the costumes evolve but the sudden-death scrimmage is eternal.
I wrote this after the death of my parakeets.  Dinosaurs and birds are no longer considered separate lineages.  Birds are simply living dinosaurs.
ann-marcaida
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
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