Goodbye dinosaur

The church, lonely goers them, went over
bent over to a big simple pulp
in a gulping gulf,
tossed golf-balls and seeds in it.
They relaxed by the shore.
They begged the water, begging more:
come hither to thirsty us,
drag us back in a gasoline bus.
Don’t rob us of our flood.

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~ by Jeremy on August 14, 2012.

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