The Brachiosaurus

May 25, 2012
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I cried when I first saw the dinosaur’s bones
that threatened to puncture the sky.
I could not help feeling so small and alone
‘neath the skeletal tower so high.

For it didn’t matter how long he’d been dead,
Or that children just weren’t his taste
‘Cause his neck stretched forever
and ever
and ever
so you saw not a head, not a face.

I tried so hard to see it
that the room began to spin.
And in that tilt-a-whirl of bones
‘twas only me and him.

“No mind have I for which to think,
no voice with which to speak.
But I need not a mind or heart.
I’m strong, and you are weak.”

His laugh made me uneasy
His taunting, wretched glee.
It crawled up his neck
and bellowed
from a mouth
I could not see.

My mother held my hand
“I think its time for us to go!”

And as we left
I swore I heard him say
I told you so.

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