This is the start of a new poetry school         It’s called ~Dinosaur Romanticism~

We write lines like
           I miss you like a long dead pterodactyl misses the air rushing through its wings!
&
           You make my body tremble like a much younger Earth under a T-Rex’s feet!

I’d swallow the comet whole for you
but it can’t make them come back
Here’s my ode to a diplodocus                       Here’s my meditation on brachiosaurus hearts
             It would have gone down well in the Late Jurassic era but it’s no good as elegy

Here’s a pile of old bones lashed together +
                                                                              a library like a graveyard with shiny new
                                                                                                                                   headstones

This poem is like a bird’s broken rib              It’s so small you’d never notice it
but once there’s enough of them you’ll start to hear it—
                           the gaps in the song

You can dress a skeleton up as much as you want but it still looks just as dead

You can hide the scent
You can come crying when all your books are full of rotting corpses
             & all your love poems are about birds that your children will never see alive
only tiny dioramas in museums
                                       cold bones with the feathers hot-glued on