Humanized by the secret caress of children
The caramelized dinosaur at the playground
Looms over the seesaw’s chewing rhythm
Like an offering. In my dream I decipher
The split of the many words for footstep, a jungles
Tears, reassembling them into
Carbon dated mechanics, a computer print out
Of fleeing herds, the desperate and doomed
Wrapped up together in words like eon and love.
At my end of extinction I’m a little droopy eyed,
Waiting outside the museum for a cab, some
Purpose, or just lingering with not much else
To motivate, perhaps masticating a cud
Wait for the world and its children
To fawn over my reassembled corpse.
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