Brontosaur
Before the caves of Lascaux crude drawings bear
of the tribal bison hunt,
brontosaurs people the swamps;
Then glaciers come and glaciers go,
and man kills off the buffalo,
and a goat stands grazing in my yard.
Serenely stupid, brontosaurs chomped swamp
grass while evolution
raged on the bank;
So too the glazed-eyed goat who notices not
the sprier cats lurking in the grass,
hunting dragonflies and lizards.
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