A Cretaceous scene
Two raptors feast
On armored flesh
And today...
Vultures pull
Roadkill like pork
The armadillo,
Leper who burrows-
I've grown accustomed
To his sight only
As broken shield
Or burst drum
I should spend more time in the brush
Before Texas becomes this way to me
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