Dinosaur Poem by james watkin

Dinosaur



Dismantled, a million years
But what theorists re-make.
Passive, but not my own limbs down
Which in the process quake.

Brute of brutes, bearing down upon
The conjurer of the view;
While its bones, through its habitat
Of a drained bog show through.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: bones
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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