Dinosaur Extinction: a Poem

Eons Ago

Like a line of music

             lying still upon the page,

No sound emerges

            from the diorama

                                     which occupies the stage.

Then curtain parts, lights come up:

                      imagination rolls:

Volcanoes! Thunder! Roars of vicious beasts!

                    All take their tolls.

Hearts are pounding; breathing hard

                  music swells to a sudden cease.

Spotlight fades and dims,

                following  the last Apatosaur

                                                          into the trees.