Elephant Water



Dan Veach






                      

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You old jalopies,

Hot rods, pickup trucks—

No more

Dinosaur juice for you.

No more that rich, intoxicating brew

Of club moss, ferns, huge joints

Of brontosaurus meat

With pterodactyl bones

Thrown in for flavor.

No more firewater.

Some of you

Were kindly drunks, no doubt,

Purring like kittens.

Some, when tanked up, roared

Like your ancestral dragons, fumed,

Bellowed black smoke, and belched

Pipeloads of half-digested gas.

Alas, no more.

No more

Tyrannosaurus.

Only

Wrecks.








                       


  

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