T Rex

The first part of this poem was written many years ago. It was fading away in my old journals when I dusted it out and added it to something I wrote recently. I thought the two parts complement each other nicely.

So is it an inspiration or a disaster?



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T Rex



1.)

a pale sun
      straining
to cleave
a ghostly fog
      of chill and grit.

T Rex looks up
      and rears
its truck-like head

snarls
and out
of portcullis teeth

drips
blood and

leftover meat.




65,000,000.)

a tropic sun
      straining
to scatter
a dusty fog
      of pulverised rock

boom of crane swings
sure as battle axe

wrecking ball
      crushes
old shop houses

in two years
new shopping mall



3.09.1989 (part 1)
3.06.2008 (part 65 millionth)
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