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Dinosauria
We gnaw leafy greens at the tops
of the tallest trees, lick the remnant
rib cage and speculate smaller,
smoother species, the kind
we haven’t discovered yet, the kind
that is a figment, some otherness
our mothers told us our fathers
invented. That animal lives
in the dark. It is too short to reach
the tops of trees, too cold to climb
any further. This is what I’ve come
to believe: there are far too many
of us. I’m not sure where to begin
so, please cross-reference sidewalks:
smell of, after thunderstorms—
Genesis, metaphor, microbiology.
of the tallest trees, lick the remnant
rib cage and speculate smaller,
smoother species, the kind
we haven’t discovered yet, the kind
that is a figment, some otherness
our mothers told us our fathers
invented. That animal lives
in the dark. It is too short to reach
the tops of trees, too cold to climb
any further. This is what I’ve come
to believe: there are far too many
of us. I’m not sure where to begin
so, please cross-reference sidewalks:
smell of, after thunderstorms—
Genesis, metaphor, microbiology.
Posted 10/20/11
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