"stegosauri" poems
Hypotheses abound, regarding the extinction
of the reptilian hordes, those base or of distinction.
Some aver, and others vow, things must have gone this way
and when I hear such lofty speech, I clear my throat and say:
“It seems to me that when we speak with such calm certitude
we miss the possibility of death by attitude.
For when I look upon these bones of prehistoric herds
I catch a glimpse of simpler times, and then I see the “birds”
For while the stegosaurus trod with stoic steps so slow
I perceive he may have been arraigned as one below
the wild heights of soaring things, with pointed, cackling heads
who mocked him at his every turn (which stegosauri dread)
And so as this terrestrial life was bound to suffer so
The pterodactyls found great fun to drive them all to woe
They drove them off, by day and night, until they were defunct,
the primal victims of a craft; the first to e’er be punk’d”
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
nescient of origins,
roaring narrow views--
a wend of finite specieshood
collides around a pond-shore
dreamt in colors algae soft.
car sized turtles sink
glow into the liquid cool
while stegosauri billow bottom silt,
their diamond spine-points
tacking to my gaze an oil depth.
time slows in,
viscous under water sun
silent evening stomp.
sipping breath above,
bone-dry families
coo their brittle nests
while scaly giants
skinny dip.
ripples red and gold
darken black as tar
as yawning maws,
eyedrop lashes
squeezed,
feel the draw of kismet
gravely wink in jetsam
at their young,
who, tugging tail-end games
despite a brooding storm
skitter jubilance.
i dive in stasis
nudely arched
above my shadow
as other apex mouths
arrayed in awe
foresee
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC