poetry
 
APEX
 
 
 
Sauropod raking and hoovering
delectibles from the lakebed
making waves
 
Ceratops snipping timbers
like copper cables - the sound
like a wrecking galleon,
like masts cracking, knees popping.
 
Flatting Ptero knee-deep
draws hissing fry up
by the shoal. Sifts 'em dry.
Gullets 'em.
Would preen if it could.
 
Downwind, rapt by design,
tri-talon feet
march in silent place,
 
waiting for the light to change,
waiting for the go.