Ode to an Anthropormorphized Archaeopteryx
Oh, if it doesn’t trouble you much,
How to describe that beginning spiral of your neck
As you cast your first gazes towards the ground.
You possesed the first memories of the sky
Because insects and terradactyls
Have such tiny brains.
I’m sorry for mentioning your neck
It may have been the source of your death
It certainly doesn’t look natural, and if it is, sorry again.
No, I’m sure I wouldn’t appreciate people writing poems
With quick images romanticizing my mortal wounds either.
But your feathers made the very first etchings
On a stone tablet
Before we had drawn beast nor breath.
Labels: poem
posted by jmcc @ 2:15 PM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
I like the idea that it's extinct yet is still able to, and does, take offense.
..and the last line makes me tingle.
--Brando
extinct animals are quite tetchy. Dodos can't start a sentence that doesn't begin with "If only..." or "Did you know...". Passenger Pigeons are the only calm ones, often quoted as saying "What'dya mean? We would block out the sun for christ's sake... get a load of this guy..."
Way to post on this thing once a month. Haha, just kidding.
-Jen
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